i've discovered a breeze in between the smallest crevice of two buildings that lye in san francisco. a breath of fresh air that seeps from the gutters of the city and brings warmth during the most crisp of moonlights. it never seemed so strange. but i'm waiting for the bomb to drop on me. i'm waiting for the stench of built up waste to take over. i
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