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white drugs

past three a.m. you don't exist

except for this time when you

thought you could walk in and

exist here.

listen, these amphetamines

make me far too honest.

you can't be here

while I'm jawing out

because

I'd love to talk to you.

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leah-cunningham

American

Published: Nov 25, 2015
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