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Aug 2014
What is this?
New lines across the street?
What is this?
streams of red, with blinding heat?
What is this?
A long lost feeling not soon forgotten?
What is this?
The Pain, The Rush, The sting.
What is this?
Its new lines. New lines, across old pavement.
Only certain people will understand what this really means.
Namir
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Namir  Massachusetts
(Massachusetts)   
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     ---, Fenix Flight and Lone Wolf
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