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Aug 2015
do not burn this city.

leave the people with
secondhand smoke
in their skins.

burn yourself
with all the hopes
they cannot have -
the hopes you
have stolen.
style? what style??
consistency? what consistency??
glassea
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glassea  24/USA
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