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Miles Jul 2016
oh little tree--
through the days
you held your leaves.
so strong, I thought
you might never let go,
but the wind did blow
and
one
by
one
they fell,
the little red leaves
from the bare little tree
Miles May 2016
My first night in Paris
I was swindled by a gypsy
right outside the station.

I bought a baguette, red wine, and cheese.
I drank too much
and ****** myself in the rain
under the trees.
Miles May 2016
I spend my summers in Amsterdam

Everyone rides bikes

The girls all wear short skirts

The wind blows and all the girls ride by with their ***** in the air

I sit outside the cafes and watch the bikes go by

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