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Apr 2015
I keep a drug addict, in the attic, in case I ever get bored. He tells me sweet story's, of all his pending glorys, we connect the dots with the track marks going up his arms. Ive since moved away, I wonder if he stayed. Sits in the dusty boxes, where we use to play.
You know you're a loner when you write poems while at a party
Madeysin
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