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Oct 2016
this thought,
one texture
old sweatshirt

the roam's grin grows
iknowiknow this home is
****** wasted eaten knifed neatly

how??how!how?

texts to ex's
needy emojis
******* us

the bones are coming now
mike dm
Written by
mike dm  NY
(NY)   
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