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Sat upon clay colored cushions In the breadth of foreign land two young men and a boy listen in, to Spanish TV Mosquitos hover intently upon warm humid air lowering to replenish with itchy precision Flowery aromas, of fruit-scaped hills pour through parted Windows of 13 glass panes   a white sock and a black sock the moment feels the same still typing trying to find, my purpose here
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
Foreign Chillin'
Sat upon clay colored cushions In the breadth of foreign land two young men and a boy listen in, to Spanish TV Mosquitos hover intently upon warm humid air lowering to replenish with itchy precision Flowery aromas, of fruit-scaped hills pour through parted Windows of 13 glass panes   a white sock and a black sock the moment feels the same still typing trying to find, my purpose here
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
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