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Dec 2014
Ran my fingers
Through your shivering rivers
And it figures your bones quivered
From the chills of my pillar
Curling your toes like cold stones
This male man delivered
Eruptions explode as
Your great walls erode
our rising tides,
we rode.
Like a tight rope,  
wrapped around,
a thick post, secured to the ground.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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