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Jan 2015
there is an unearthly beast, inside of me, longing for you
please let it through

I’ll treat you with decenency
but let me in
let me know
you


finger flick, wise beautiful women understanding the good they see, brightened eyes, relaxed brows, not too much looking around,

men with tattoos hanging at the end of the warf with their shotgun with three shots drinking stale beer and loving the stars

professors grading papers under the moonlight with soft radio on

tired executives allowing the television personalities to understand the frailties of life and take them lightly

young boys interacting with the dirt, with the concrete, with the stairs, with yoyo, with gi-joe- power ranger, less preferences, more timing

taste permiates, taste is, is, is, is, persists, is, is is, persists, supports, taste the side effect ifsupports without conscience, taste taste taste, why preference
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
(25/M/San Francisco)   
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