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Oct 2021
You play your space much too fast,
Too lose,
Too unspecific
For a promise-maker
Fresh meat in a foreign house, and the very strangest kind
8 moments of suspension is 7 too many times
To hold our breath together
Hoping the rain caves in the roof
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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