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Oct 2017
Sike me out.
Spit on my toes.
Look for others.

No shame.
Hurricanes are natural.
No apologies in nature.

Right over my head.
Flung into my dreams.
But not all dreams are tangible.

Like you.

Sike me out.
Spit on me.
Make me feel you.
The Napkin Poet
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The Napkin Poet  20/Philadelphia, PA
(20/Philadelphia, PA)   
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   Toriana
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