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| unhinged |
creeping_down_the_mountain knee high boots and a slow stomp waves off a whistle the drug dealer at the busstop sparks his bowl and his competition walks through colors hanging out of the ass pocket of his jeans tension the nod without the smile im staring up the road pretending i don't notice praying for the bus to come lives in the hood |
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