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Feb 2017
midnight thoughts and wasted eyes
waiting for the sun to rise
owls are howling, so depressed
the morning light will be our guest

dosen’t matter if we’re drunk or sober
wasted nights in late october
leaves are floating down to earth
feeling like we’re nothing worth
emme m
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emme m  copenhagen, denmark
(copenhagen, denmark)   
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