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Apr 2016
You lay next to me on the hill that was covered in silk grass,
and you whispered unfathomable realities.
All the dusk filtered sky would portray,
was your cigarette smoke and milky eyes.
shit face
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shit face  My Imagination
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   ummily and GaryFairy
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