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May 2019
I trail in rapture
where the row homes lay like canyons
Flip a coin
smog paints a canvas of an insipid rose
Where we grab the moon by the tail
On a one way
They took the v out of valley
rats parade as cats conquer
Where graffiti marches
And the pavement meets the cracks
You’ll find me
Nabil
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Nabil  26/M/Chasing the wind
(26/M/Chasing the wind)   
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