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Jun 2015
I am my own heads aching

I am still-framed fire

and roaring ocean

I am sky height

and grounds nadir

I am children; cower from thunder

I am fervent visuals

that linger on your tongue

with sour taste

I am soft-spoken

with shrieks and screams

I am bitter

I am content

I am ill
"who have you become?"
touka
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touka  23/F/Wilmington, NC
(23/F/Wilmington, NC)   
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   Day Wing and Cecil Miller
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