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You sat in my chair against coats + sweaters + pants with your shoes on. And I couldn't breathe. I went to my funeral last night. They all talked about her and she was like me. I knew I was dead by the twist of your mouth. Now we're lying together. Naked. Between cheap sheets. I don't know if I'm living or not. I hear the train whistle And wonder who wanted to die.
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
We almost ended today.
You sat in my chair against coats + sweaters + pants with your shoes on. And I couldn't breathe. I went to my funeral last night. They all talked about her and she was like me. I knew I was dead by the twist of your mouth. Now we're lying together. Naked. Between cheap sheets. I don't know if I'm living or not. I hear the train whistle And wonder who wanted to die.
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 11:11 AM UTC
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