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Tears drown my cheeks as the brisk air caresses my chin The unerring coercion calls itself home This vice-ly steel; these foreign teeth the man beside me asks "who were you" I answer "I was a lot of things."
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
Past Lives
Tears drown my cheeks as the brisk air caresses my chin The unerring coercion calls itself home This vice-ly steel; these foreign teeth the man beside me asks "who were you" I answer "I was a lot of things."
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hearteries
20/USA
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 11:17 AM UTC
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