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Sweet smoke sticks to the back of my throat the way my eyes seem to be glued to you when you walk in my room
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
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Sweet smoke sticks to the back of my throat the way my eyes seem to be glued to you when you walk in my room
short and pretty terrible but I'm lacking inspiration right now and i'm lacking my cigs which fuels my writing sorry
sarah-gartner
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
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