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Day 152

I'm a Hurricane.

I went down to a place in Bed-Stuy, a little liquor on my lips. I let him climb inside my body, and held him captive in my kiss. There's a storm he's starting now.

I'm a wanderess, I don't belong to this city. I don't belong to any man.

I'm the violence in the pouring rain... I'm a hurricane. Can you handle my pain?

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