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on January 20, 2021

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call him Jesus
or call him a Flipped Script
M.E.

ER

something different in hER

been witness since age 5

tell ya boutER

f.i.g.h.t.ER

so watch hER

pair

& watch hER

RisE

love you, my heart's longest friend

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