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Oct 2016
The days where your smiles keep coming
never-ending,
Up-end me.
I earn those split lips and some teeth
Like currency.
An excerpt of something I'm working very *******. An excerpt of some happier times. An excerpt of the past.
Chris
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Chris  25/M/Brooklyn, NY
(25/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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   Wanderer
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