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Mar 2016
rolling down the hill
mixing blood and dirt

remembering once was
remembering what everything i thought, never was

rolling down the hill
mixing blood and dirt

kissing my knuckles
putting stickers on my wounds

rolling down the hill
mixing blood and dirt

saying goodbye on a stained paper
leaving it on the bedside, under a bottle of cough syrup
y i k e s
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y i k e s  24/F/Everywhere
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   Thomas EG
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