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Mar 2015
I remember the little evil by every little kiss
Open the box to get my fix
To open the box once is a sin on the top shelf
But it seems like the smoke helped me heal my self
Flip back the box and steal my breath
My lungs can feel the death
I know it will hurt me
but not as much as the rest
kaylan joseph
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kaylan joseph  new mexico
(new mexico)   
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