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Apr 2016
your light feels like
a fast getaway from
all the things that "matter."

**** all that **** ride with me babyyy

till we hit

white
hot
screams
of
conscious ne sĀ Ā  s
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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