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Bitter, Sweet like salt, spitter, and it drains the fault. Decayed, coiled glasses of fluid, blade, the poison in my throat, diluted.
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Alcohol rain
Bitter, Sweet like salt, spitter, and it drains the fault. Decayed, coiled glasses of fluid, blade, the poison in my throat, diluted.
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Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
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