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Friday, March 6, 2009
the ground is air
last
time
we walked
this far
the
breath
lost
all
hope
gasped
fresh
inhales
a
longing for
smog
open up the road
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HOLLYWOOD JAY
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jay oh yes
Bay Area, CA, United States
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