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Nov 2016
can you see me?
I am still here
I walk with a limp but I am still here
my eye has a twitch but I am still here
I can feel the heat on the face
I can feel the blades of grass between my soft hands
I can smell the dirt
I am unstructured
But I am here
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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