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May 2015
I can't get your eyes off my skin.
It's my new tattoo; your tongue.
I can't escape from my best sins.
Your skin is my new warden.
Yes, ma'am
No, ma'am.

I had thought these days
Were over now.
I buries you under my coffin,
In the Arizona night.

No.

These days of love are back;
I'm dying all over again.
Holy hell.
I'm dying I'm all over again.

Now, now, child; the stars will
Take care of you.
Pleased to Meet You
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Pleased to Meet You  California
(California)   
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     Sara Murray
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