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I have the soul of a drunk. Her legs spread out, all silence and no heart. Sometimes home comes to mind.
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
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I have the soul of a drunk. Her legs spread out, all silence and no heart. Sometimes home comes to mind.
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27/Cisgender Male
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
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