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Behind a Stella induced haze I regressed back 600 days as I ran my fractured fingers through your hair I realized I'd gotten home but While nobody was there she sleeps where water meets the sky her words quell my ache to die today: I heard 2  people say 3 words that's a first since I moved to l.a then the sky turned from grey to a dark reddish haze true the world can seem nice still I dont want to stay
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
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Behind a Stella induced haze I regressed back 600 days as I ran my fractured fingers through your hair I realized I'd gotten home but While nobody was there she sleeps where water meets the sky her words quell my ache to die today: I heard 2  people say 3 words that's a first since I moved to l.a then the sky turned from grey to a dark reddish haze true the world can seem nice still I dont want to stay
nick-hernandez
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
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