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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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09.05.02, thursday noon

Tho� the skin weeps blood and lymph fluid, when I close my eyes I am riding bare-armed through the streets of a new city at midnight, a transient freedom reckless and crowing within me, as the Mongoose cycles faster and faster.




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