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Feb 2014
Where are your pages?
Your binding and ledges?
Boy, I'm lost in your pool light
My skin in the moon and versa vice
Quiet cricket picket gate
I'm a bunny, and I'm so very late
Was this our very important....date?
Lawn chairs, curls in the air, or, your hair
I saw you stare
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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