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Dec 2018
Us
We are all the same
We talk about cigarettes and coffee
Love and women
Men

We are all
Lonely together
We let our minds work our wrists.

We have a burned soul
An aching heart
We all feel someway
The pain

Of living off words
Of handwriting love
Of sadness, most times.
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Palumbo  los angeles
(los angeles)   
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