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Jan 2015
Inhale
head spins
thoughts leave
too bright lights
make me laugh
like you never did
mind is everywhere
like the open air but
not focused on anything
body being pulled down
under... A clawing
somewhere in the
back of my head
but I won't hear
not tonight
I'm too
high
erin
Written by
erin
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   --- and shosho Rea
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