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Mar 2015
let me take a breath
draw.
hold.
exhale.
discard.
let me take you to my lips
like a poorly rolled cigarette
hold you close
for just a moment
taste the edge, feel the hit

then discard me
back to the gutter again

*L.G
thoughts while in an empty class
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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   --- and Lachrymose and Lies
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