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Aug 2015
I like to think about you ironically now
how you wish your name would be whispered on a humid summer night
Your vocabulary no longer exists on my tongue
You've become so foreign that you feel like an out-dated movie
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
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