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Jun 2015
He was the solar opposite of discipline- couldn't see the poppies past the ******.

We were just two volcanic souls, looking for an eruption eternal. Finding only how to synchronize delusional.

With three bloodshot eyes, we looked towards the sky. Forever searching for a place that feels like home.

Learn the lesson this time around- don't make his place a frequent location on my iPhone.
Jane Lame
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