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Apr 2017
Sugar coats the bowl
Pass the pipe
Candy cigarettes
Sweet n ripe
breeding my sweetheart
For early death
Heart in my hands
Voice rough like strep
Liquor and tongues
Shoved down my throat
Flowers and vines,
pulled tight as a rope
Sugar coats the bowl so
Pass the pipe
Amulet Atari
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Amulet Atari  17/bed
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