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Jan 2016
spinning the words 'there is no god' in-between my reluctance laced breaths.  black high tops walking up to me with shoulders bowed slightly I wish you would walk tall.  knowing the end is inevitable makes things difficult but also powerful  in a way that makes -2 degree weather feel warm
sweet ridicule
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sweet ridicule
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   ---, ---, Caroline Lee and Bianca Reyes
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