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Mar 2014
I lay awake,Β Β legs streched out in shorts, short of the feeling I used to have, I forgot to open, I keep them closed counting the months not winning prices though dertermined to make a count
It could be fun
I should bend my legs look at my knees facing my face, blocking all mental pace, maybe I should sit up keep my legsΒ Β open, a potriat of compassion is me
I'm keeping them open
Its safe to enter!
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marcia noria sono  witbank, south africa
(witbank, south africa)   
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