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Untitled (Orlando, June 12, 2016)

#1 I am trite. Nothing. Today is divided into those who say “Orlando” and see the past, And those who say “Orlando” and see the future. Will the word “pulse” ever be the same? A slithery kind of sexy feeling. … Continue reading

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