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motel 2.a.m

phone not needed, headrest stained. Blood only known from prior story. Dead weight in the covers, dead body once or twice removed. Its cheap and its south. I feel ok here now. I'll sleep. You hold the conversation my love.

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james-worthley-1

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Published: Feb 1, 2025
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