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Sep 2017
I don’t remember my life in London

Barcelona -
tagliata da flussi di suoni come boulevard*

Stella is gone away on acid.
I trust her, what else?

Nat is Polish
but I thought she’d be Spanish

And Richard.
Young - and  a monkey.

Deepty will marry an Indian engineer.
Wide hips, same problems.

******* Italians in El Born
*cut by flows of sound like boulevards
marta effe
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marta effe  27/F/world
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