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Mar 2015
Baggy sweatshirts
Faded cologne
Pass the pipe
So I don't feel alone

Crinkled letters
Miles apart
Take a shot
To ease my heart

Foggy memories
Dreams of you
Pop some pills
I won't feel so blue

Drugs and distractions
My mind isn't clear
But my biggest high
Comes from you, my dear
Clandestine
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Clandestine
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