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Sep 2015
I use a red crayon to draw
Her lipstick on my neck when
She refuses to come around, and
I press my fingers harder on the
Strings, choking the neck,
Demanding a new feeling other
Than this tired old worn
One.
ryan
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ryan  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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