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Sep 2016
i remember now.
her eyes were green.
with hints of brown, and crystal ****,
depending on the time of day
and how much she was able to then sell her soul for.
inflation went up and the price went down
and she was worth less.
worthless.
anything for a pipe, though.
anything to feel whole.
Ashleigh Da Silva
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Ashleigh Da Silva  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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