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Dear Alice
I sit up and smoke cartwheels
and let the time pass – reconnect me;
Dear Alice, — kiss my ass.
Published 2nd Apr 2016
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3rd Apr 2016 4:15am
I enjoyed this little one. Like the fear dissolves and you say what you wanna say in the end.
