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Sep 23
I can write from here, paris

I interacted with the runaway too
The kitten
The other wings so foreign
Farther than God and spirit
In souls of bourbon I have heard piano
Maya wasn't my name at first
It was Mrs Angelou

You can stay in at my house
Using our ink

I've heard names too
Ink finds voices

Jinx forgets enough homework

I'm Irish
I'm uncomfortable outdoors
Thespian I become
Lonely I read

Madonna sees Hamlet
People teased that


Trap door is funny


Journalism may call you away
And in for an entire lifetime
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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