the thirty years old
boy drinks milk in his weekend;
his liver happy
boy drinks milk in his weekend;
his liver happy
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About Me
- Ronid Aka Akhu
- Nights we know are dark/ Days we have survived are bloody/ and how can you ask me not to drink/ Air we breathe stinks/ food we eat rot in our mouth/ and how can you ask me not to smell her bosom
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