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Jan 2017
exit coma and earnestly yours
all ears but no tongue to tell me yr boiler still won't work
patience is not a telescope i can see myself through
passed out on the floor of a concert hall, 3 broken bones n i'm coughin cherry wine
tylenol headaches make wine taste bettr
i am real. i do not feel safe.
i have nothing to offer you now
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spacedrunk  18/th ringz of saturn
(18/th ringz of saturn)   
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