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Jul 2015
Our wavelengths aren't cohesive.
I think in terms of art, poetry and music
I belong with an artist.
And when the world's on fire we'll make it seem beautiful.
Poetry, art and music is the worlds only freedom.
The only thing that turns tragedy into something lovely
Mia Wallace
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Mia Wallace  California
(California)   
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