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Sound BytesI wonder what the inside of your head sounds like. / I don’t care for the look of it, figure / it resembles the inside of my chest when my soul exploded. Coffee stained walls and lipstick kissed ceilings. Liquor drenched carpets and frantically ****** fingerprints all over the fogged windows. Yeah,

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Learning How To RollWe’d sit on the roof, / the spring sun will remind us that summer isn’t the only friendly season. / And we’d chain smoke our way through rays and rays of sunlight. Both of us reading,

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