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Jan 2016
I can smell Marlboros

cold hands
warm mouth

gold
gold,gold,gold, yellow hues

red-hot flame
burning,burning aching for you

life's in shambles
but i know for sure

want to hold you kiss you touch you
til my lungs are filled with tar
this is **** lol
Audrey
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