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Every time it feels like the evening Upwind of cigarette smoke I become aware of the holes in my shoes And the holes in my eyes And the holes in my logic And the holes in me.
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Holes in Me
Every time it feels like the evening Upwind of cigarette smoke I become aware of the holes in my shoes And the holes in my eyes And the holes in my logic And the holes in me.
iamjac
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
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