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Bubbles popped atop a ****** tongue; Digging into my lungs                like sour milk. Nails of whiskey scents             grappled at a hickey-d neck, pulling harder at swollen pipes. With every swig she laughed, I cried. So long I existed there wasn't much difference between death, and life.
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Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC
world's a little blurry
Bubbles popped atop a ****** tongue; Digging into my lungs                like sour milk. Nails of whiskey scents             grappled at a hickey-d neck, pulling harder at swollen pipes. With every swig she laughed, I cried. So long I existed there wasn't much difference between death, and life.
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Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC
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