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Aug 2014
You, my kitten
My coconut rose
The white to my black
Half of the frame,
And you just float
And in your mist I'm less disturbed
My gilded girl
When trips come, or when trips are done
My first plus-one
A diamond tipped knife,
A pink handled gun
We put on a show
They always come for our show
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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