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Sunday, April 16, 2017

A hot breeze comes up from the desert and blows my bull-faced tender friend back down the road to the sea, I put my arms out I get the breeze like wings and my fluted heart goes sirens

A hot breeze comes up from the desert and blows my bull-faced tender friend back down the road to the sea, I put my arms out I get the breeze like wings and my fluted heart goes sirens

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