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some are only touching hands on ferocious streets in Soho red leather on black skin drink. **** it. repeat. leave the litter of thoughts here a full nothingness redefines them a woman spits out a leave-me-lone another one greets the waist of a lover "what's your story?", I am asked on the sidewalk but I don't have a story tonight the night throws its colourful grip on the arrested lips of a beautiful sub saharan woman don't be a lady be a legend, they say all over here
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
sidewalk stories
some are only touching hands on ferocious streets in Soho red leather on black skin drink. **** it. repeat. leave the litter of thoughts here a full nothingness redefines them a woman spits out a leave-me-lone another one greets the waist of a lover "what's your story?", I am asked on the sidewalk but I don't have a story tonight the night throws its colourful grip on the arrested lips of a beautiful sub saharan woman don't be a lady be a legend, they say all over here
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
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