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Jul 2013
i feel restless and i pace the apartment,
i want to dance
i want to scream
i want to throw these glass bottles
off the balcony
i don't want to do anything. the music's playing and it's
good, very good. everyone
is sitting with their laptops, as if
             they aren't listening. maybe i should take something
                          just to calm down, to
get on their level.
no, i think, ride it. feel things.
feeling things is good,
right?
Frankie T
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Frankie T  Barcelona
(Barcelona)   
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   --- and maybella snow
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