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day 8 bootjacks, and she picks it up naturally seamlessly almost too easy      too familiar the tobacco sprinkled with that sour white powder re rolled and smoked she keeps taking hits thinking halfway that maybe mixing drugs is where things begin to falter but this is where they pull the powder out their socks and line it up for her to try innocent, baby with the dollar bill in her hand between her teeth and propped beneath her nostril why do you want to be here so bad? why do you find it so easy to trace the ears of strangers with your tongue and find comfort in their warmth? why is it easier to mean nothing to each other? when will it all be enough? when will you realize you are still made of stardust — rest. you will find that stardust again.
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
bootjacks
day 8 bootjacks, and she picks it up naturally seamlessly almost too easy      too familiar the tobacco sprinkled with that sour white powder re rolled and smoked she keeps taking hits thinking halfway that maybe mixing drugs is where things begin to falter but this is where they pull the powder out their socks and line it up for her to try innocent, baby with the dollar bill in her hand between her teeth and propped beneath her nostril why do you want to be here so bad? why do you find it so easy to trace the ears of strangers with your tongue and find comfort in their warmth? why is it easier to mean nothing to each other? when will it all be enough? when will you realize you are still made of stardust — rest. you will find that stardust again.
amaka
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
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