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May 2017
golden nails painted
dirt borders ingrained
pounded into crevices
impenetrable
derelict
He knows what's up
rolling backwards
wheelchair throne
Evading stare
phlegm cackle
Hey man that's the ****
Don't lower your eyes to me
I'm so close to that
Being you
One slip away
I want to be that
majestic
vinny
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vinny  Seattle WA
(Seattle WA)   
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