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Jun 2014
you can't help those who refuse to listen

and after one or two or twenty packs of cigarettes

i guess you could call it addiction.

when i look into your eyes i don't see shades of blue

instead intoxication

a little boy with ******, drunken lips completely shaken

wanting to undo or maybe break through

everything he's attached to
arielle
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