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PovertyPovertyPoverty
In college, I witnessed My stomach interpret Striking poverty.
A bologna sandwich.
The fifth bologna sandwich In a row of barren plates. “Too broke to have cheese,” I’d relay my story Later on in some Corporate coffee bar Surrounded by gathering Sympathy and smiles.
We would share memories— Ramen Noodles and peanut butter— In between our latte sips We’d say we had it tough. Living as bohemians, But sore afraid of art, We would break ourselves On pre-fab altars Dressed in
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woi,cok kelen liat dolo ~anakmedan
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slam kenal
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Nothing is impossible, it just might take a while!
bilang2 kek
gw watch ya???
hehe
HORASSS
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.:benji:.
art is not to think but to feel
so feel my art
My japanese name is 渡辺 Watanabe (near a crossing) 誠 Makoto (sincerity).
Take your real japanese
lalu klick put it on my space...
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*indonesia raya merdeka...merdeka...
kapan kah *indonesia merdeka????
~ mari bangun!!!! Indonesia... ~
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ospek 2009
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