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Jun 2017
10 toes to the ground
looking up at the ladder
and so down at my friends
dipping thoughts within this bawl
within this depression
this is the rush through my veins!
it's the adrenaline
it's the height i need!
this the cut through my hair!
they inch themselves, i long for myself!
my time'll be the slowest
but i'll do better!
i'll be better!
feet imprints
:d
Stevie Idle
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Stevie Idle  69/aquí
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