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Jun 24
I should have told you that there were no coves to run to on this beach’s coast; when I think of you, there is only sadness. The waves crash and the rocks are all ragged, what you hide is yours forever, your responsibility—it isn’t my boat or oar to tend to and maintain
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  32/Los Angeles, CA
(32/Los Angeles, CA)   
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