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Feb 2014
I wish your black wings would speak to me
Sunscreen, we scream, for ice cream
Unclean with chlorine
Sublime, why did he have to die?
And Amy, oh why, I could never sigh
Enough
On a scale of broke to come-up,
"How much can we get?"
Enough to make a day of it
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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