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Jun 2015
It was cynical euphoric, a sense of small adventure, for the falling stars to follow me home
late night trains showing light of time travel. Skimming memories. I journeyed under the purple skies. Whiskey and all
I was raw
Tia Henricks
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Tia Henricks  Sydney
(Sydney)   
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