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3/25/2016 *probablamente estoy viviendo demasiado* the New York skyline looms In the background, looming, dark and imposing like all those people that will always know more than me waking up to tall, grey monsters kingkong figures walking through town with their windows, so seethrough. You can see the island from your window, all the way down Harlem hill. I raise a brow, cross my arms, hit my foot against the tile. I listen to mariachi music It is very sad perhaps I'm living too much.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
no vale la pena
3/25/2016 *probablamente estoy viviendo demasiado* the New York skyline looms In the background, looming, dark and imposing like all those people that will always know more than me waking up to tall, grey monsters kingkong figures walking through town with their windows, so seethrough. You can see the island from your window, all the way down Harlem hill. I raise a brow, cross my arms, hit my foot against the tile. I listen to mariachi music It is very sad perhaps I'm living too much.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
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