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Apr 2017
We prayed against the winds of fate and shouted lustful obscenities at the face of love and lived within the grasp and breath of death and dreamed between the hours of nightmares and infinity while sleeping two steps over the edge hanging upside down from the sharp curve of the crescent moon
Akira Chinen
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Akira Chinen  122/M/texas
(122/M/texas)   
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