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Mar 2014
We coulda burned this whole city to the ground. Our heat was like a pride of tigers, and they ripped through every canvas wall and tore them to shreds. We were hot. An electric telephone wire engulfed. We coulda melted them, baby.
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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