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How i miss the nights of gritty lines of powder not amphetamines opiates and nicotine some call it a dopes hope senseless vitality nose out fine dust peck of lust down my neck deaden caress slump from a bump pleased ease composed mind.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
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How i miss the nights of gritty lines of powder not amphetamines opiates and nicotine some call it a dopes hope senseless vitality nose out fine dust peck of lust down my neck deaden caress slump from a bump pleased ease composed mind.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
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