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Jan 2016
I don't know where the wind blows
But it starts in my chest and takes me
It's somewhere like home
I'm over the slime and the tar pits
No splatterings or heat
Ever mar my body
I am alone
another ode to death i need to release
Feeling Real
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Feeling Real  26/F
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   Bianca Reyes
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