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May 2018
One hit,
Two hits,
Three hits, four.
My thoughts begin to walk out the door.
Five hits,
Six hits,
Seven hits, eight.
Suddenly I can think straight.
lia jay
Written by
lia jay  18/F/Minnesota
(18/F/Minnesota)   
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     Albert Navarro
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