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Mar 2016
she sat there just full of my nothing
left me alone too long and now my veins intertwine with the fake wood grain
this is something i no longer miss for the sake of leaving things to dry
going out to find blind spots
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spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
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