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I heard passion on the streets of New York City the sea foam of the sky hanging on the Persian shield watching over us the gloaming brings retrospect the healthy green pendant of the six train matches the bushes in the square in Little Ukraine it is dark we bounce as we step I know when I move I will be on my own she tells me she hears yelling. is it happy exclamation or anger I don't know. I say. I don't know
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
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I heard passion on the streets of New York City the sea foam of the sky hanging on the Persian shield watching over us the gloaming brings retrospect the healthy green pendant of the six train matches the bushes in the square in Little Ukraine it is dark we bounce as we step I know when I move I will be on my own she tells me she hears yelling. is it happy exclamation or anger I don't know. I say. I don't know
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:37 PM UTC
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