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Apr 12
We are drifting in this car called world
Rich’s on the wheel, poor’s but witness
Former has all the fun. He likes to twirl
Latter’s share in this is just car sickness
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labyrinth  53/M/Istanbul
(53/M/Istanbul)   
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