My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, all sparkled with broken glass. I'm back with scars to show. Back with the streets I know. They never take me anywhere but here. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand, these strangers whose faces I
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fucking sweet lathan nathan.
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i just moved to chesapeake, ran a search and found ur page. . . if ur cool, i guess im me at sublme4evr20chic
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