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  • Anyra and Andrew Clarke
  • Jun 29, 2020
  • 1 min read

I miss New York Smoking on the block Running from the opps Crackheads on 125 NY till I die—GLTTT! Never sit, Always stand when I’m rolling the spliff Soon as the flame hits the tip I am filled with contentedness

 
 
 

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