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watch the posture, the way he moves how he leaves the coat out, ready on the back of the chair -to stop the cold from biting his finger tips? but the drugs have already eaten more than his hands the ones that have been digested by tremors and seared skin -there he goes, his hourly smoke break
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
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watch the posture, the way he moves how he leaves the coat out, ready on the back of the chair -to stop the cold from biting his finger tips? but the drugs have already eaten more than his hands the ones that have been digested by tremors and seared skin -there he goes, his hourly smoke break
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
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