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Nov 2018
October hurts. October I break, unfolded papyrus. It brittles. From mighty hights I said goodbye to that Holy Land, unholy because of the rock in my chest. Coughing sound.
When I saw that Coast for the last time, I just knew I will never see it again...
S Levy
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S Levy  35/Gender Fluid/MEXICO CITY
(35/Gender Fluid/MEXICO CITY)   
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