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May 2015
In city, I shrivel and cry.

fire to power lines;

forever tied to old habits

and vacant highway signs.
"And I ride for the principle, solid mind individual."
stay in one place, kid
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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