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Aug 2016
I could write a million lines,
The grinding doesn't lie
Against my head,
Against my thighs
You were a humid dream
And so suddenly,
I'm up in a cold sweat  
Saying goodbye
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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