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Sep 2018
twelve back at twenty
hungry hands and dirtier words
wavering affection that wont stay long

ten back at eighteen
none ice cold nor lazy scowl
can it grow when the lights aren’t on?
what is this math *******
imo
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imo  20/Jakarta
(20/Jakarta)   
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