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You had to sleep on the couch and I slept on the floor next to you because I kept falling off. And I knew you were tired. And I knew. I had 5 cigarettes this morning. I saw you off and sent you one for the road. And I knew you were happy. I knew. Do you want anything? How do you feel? I want to know. Tell Me. I'll never make it up to you. You know what I did. I know what I did. Remember that time you cried? I know.
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:48 AM UTC
My Gentle Prince, My Acid Cowboy.
You had to sleep on the couch and I slept on the floor next to you because I kept falling off. And I knew you were tired. And I knew. I had 5 cigarettes this morning. I saw you off and sent you one for the road. And I knew you were happy. I knew. Do you want anything? How do you feel? I want to know. Tell Me. I'll never make it up to you. You know what I did. I know what I did. Remember that time you cried? I know.
JPD
lula-marie-kamel
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Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:48 AM UTC
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