Greg Ballard
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I know you're out there. I can feel you now. I know that you're afraid... you're afraid of us.
Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.
Speed work and wind resistance 🌬️🌬️🏴☠️
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Prepare to feel like an old denim vest because I'm about to be dazzling you.
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