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on May 28, 2023

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Wordless thoughts,

Fixated not,

Burned out stops,

Type half-cocked.

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Job Kerry: Name's Job Kerry. Bit of a loner, bit of an eccentric, and bit of awesome. I loooove music and deep reflection in nature. Check me out on twitter @jkerry66 and IG @job_kerry66

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