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exspression sometimes the binary conclusion, the concave mass of what my eyes have seen or have yet to see or what they used to see the abscence of your body between the sheets lying next to me, leaves me memories and faint reminders of scent carried by air decaying leaves on the wind, tommy hillfiger perfume, smoke all and any kinds of smoke, the smell of oil paints and the taste of latex, **** plastic, floor tiles, stardust, a shot of ***** you took and held in your mouth just to spit it down my throat. blue smoke rings, burnt holes in every piece of fabric i own down the alley later down the alley
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
later down the alley
exspression sometimes the binary conclusion, the concave mass of what my eyes have seen or have yet to see or what they used to see the abscence of your body between the sheets lying next to me, leaves me memories and faint reminders of scent carried by air decaying leaves on the wind, tommy hillfiger perfume, smoke all and any kinds of smoke, the smell of oil paints and the taste of latex, **** plastic, floor tiles, stardust, a shot of ***** you took and held in your mouth just to spit it down my throat. blue smoke rings, burnt holes in every piece of fabric i own down the alley later down the alley
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
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