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Oct 2016
She is an old soul,
lost angel, covered in sins,
she will never regret, her mistakes
make her whole. Pain stole her soul,
now she is a bitter as a lime. With anger weighing
down her heart, with sorrow that will never leave.
Her cigarette smoke blows in the breeze, the grey smoke dissipates ,
but the stress doesn't leave.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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