I get along
I couldn't for the life of me tell you where this is. Like a dream I remember vague areas of we crossed, fences we climbed through, the darkness and the boys urinating in the corners but there is no definate location marked on my mind.
I'm pretty sure the place behind was torn down. Maybe to make a parking garage.
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poetic debauchery.
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