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Sep 2016
white rooms and white coats and white lies. white pages of journals i haven't filled as often as prescriptions. white ashes from burning things with self proclaimed good intentions. white skin under white light. white bones that can never sit tight. self care. eat right. sleep well. goodnight.
jaswin billie sangha
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jaswin billie sangha  sf | nyc
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