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Jul 2015
My carpets full of spots kool aid and careless drops,
Dance throbs and tear drops
I stare at my walls
And it look like my hearts plugged
I'm cut deep my skins not
The things I see when I turn off the lights
Tonight it sleeps as I look out the window threw the darkest nights.
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
(29/M/United States)   
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