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Nov 2018
Festering are the open wounds, the ones that we try to suture and groom. The ones for which we have no room. Though canโ€™t seem to find a way to heal, the ones we donโ€™t see yet surly feel.
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Tru1  30/Philadelphia
(30/Philadelphia)   
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     David Hilburn and stรฉphane noir
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