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Her lipstick blossomed against this, particular, shade of white. It dimmed, as the filter thickened with a yellow stain. Halfway down the bridge, held the implements saving her sight. Lost in a back alley while feeling contrite Privileged enough, still avoiding a handouts gain Easy enough, held at her beauty’s height. Unresolved, and drenched in self-imposed pain. T-shirt’s ripped and garnished in disdain Caught up with mystics and the art of transference. Eye line clotted in an ever-thickening paste of black. Standing upright on borrowed self-assurance Using a bodyguard as a cocktail for hollow insurance. Always a rotational position, pulled from the stack. No more than a figure head to represent deterrence. Tripped on a bed-rock buried in the track. Wound up addicted her first time on crack.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
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Her lipstick blossomed against this, particular, shade of white. It dimmed, as the filter thickened with a yellow stain. Halfway down the bridge, held the implements saving her sight. Lost in a back alley while feeling contrite Privileged enough, still avoiding a handouts gain Easy enough, held at her beauty’s height. Unresolved, and drenched in self-imposed pain. T-shirt’s ripped and garnished in disdain Caught up with mystics and the art of transference. Eye line clotted in an ever-thickening paste of black. Standing upright on borrowed self-assurance Using a bodyguard as a cocktail for hollow insurance. Always a rotational position, pulled from the stack. No more than a figure head to represent deterrence. Tripped on a bed-rock buried in the track. Wound up addicted her first time on crack.
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May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
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