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Oct 2019
I want to make that journey
from your knees to
your hips again-
it was always my favorite route.
Soft plains,
colored of oats,
and each road
I know like the back of my hand.
With my destination in sight,
it's getting more humid
by the inch.
Hotter,
wetter,
hotter,
wetter.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  27/M/Australia
(27/M/Australia)   
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