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Jan 2016
Under my eyes I feel them growing up through the sockets and sprouting out like chlorophyll tears
The dandelion petals tickle my lids like butterfly kisses it itches
I think I should tear them out
weeds part one on oxy
Astor
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Astor  Intercourse PA
(Intercourse PA)   
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   r l, ---, Samuel Hesed and Arcassin B
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