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a horde of kale &western; europeans longing to be gypsies, not knowing their grand daddies shoed us from the train station at central square for the shape of our noses. i like to imagine all these blonde northface gypsy women look in the mirror at the age of 8 &beg; God for plastic surgery, beg Him to look normal, to feel safe in the sugar cult ure asphyxiation through her child's lips with so much hair on top she's mortified she wants to make a pact with God! but her grandfather was enforcing national socialist curfew on stolen earth in the winter of '43 &mine; was in an execution line. if the german troops tagged behind her beautiful blue eyed smile &asked; which village she hails from would she hashtag gypsy?
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
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a horde of kale &western; europeans longing to be gypsies, not knowing their grand daddies shoed us from the train station at central square for the shape of our noses. i like to imagine all these blonde northface gypsy women look in the mirror at the age of 8 &beg; God for plastic surgery, beg Him to look normal, to feel safe in the sugar cult ure asphyxiation through her child's lips with so much hair on top she's mortified she wants to make a pact with God! but her grandfather was enforcing national socialist curfew on stolen earth in the winter of '43 &mine; was in an execution line. if the german troops tagged behind her beautiful blue eyed smile &asked; which village she hails from would she hashtag gypsy?
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 5:12 AM UTC
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