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Nov 2015
I’m a man on wheels.
Don’t got much to ride for
and I know how lonely feels.
Few women I would die for,
none in ribbons or high heels.
There’s a place back home
I call my own,
but the emptiness it yields
makes me remember why I’m a man on wheels.
The days of constant travel.
Anthony Casamassima
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Anthony Casamassima  36/Cisgender Male/United States, NC
(36/Cisgender Male/United States, NC)   
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