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Jan 2019
Three white lines-

Not ******* anymore-

Just the adidas tracksuit

on the street corner, in St. Petersburg.

Or perhaps-

in the abstract works of Miro en la Reina Sofia...*

What wild fantasies I have.

Will they ever be realized?
Harper Simmons-Henrard
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Harper Simmons-Henrard  20/M/Albuquerque, NM
(20/M/Albuquerque, NM)   
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