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Jan 26
drum drum drum she pounds
on my sleeve, upon my neck ; in my dreams.
but we adopt resistance to feelings that hurt us.
now I walk through this art gallery blind I can’t see but I think those paintings are of us
carminayasmin
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     Fawn, Johnny Scarlotti and juneau
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