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Jul 2014
The feeling
Of connecting with the city on such a deep level
Sticking my hands through structures and pulling colored lines out
The rush that i get get is what it's all about
***** finger nails and stained clothes come with the territory
Nothing, and i mean nothing can compare to staring at the dim lit concrete behemoth from the seventh story
-CRM
Chance
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