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Oct 2015
I can see you through smoke.
      I see you in dreams.
I'll see you when I croak.
      I don't breathe around you it's hard.
And my eyes burn like blunts in the closet
     My heart bursts on my sleeve.

But I'm being honest!
     Sometimes I wish you hadn't.
Aric garza
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Aric garza  25/M/TX
(25/M/TX)   
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