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Dec 2016
so what happens now
when there are craters
on my lines drawn in the sand..
i knew you'd cross them eventually
arrive and conspire punctually
i'd like to tell you to get a grip girl
i'd like to tell you to ******* girl
Emma Katka
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Emma Katka  33/F/North Dakota/Minnesota
(33/F/North Dakota/Minnesota)   
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