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Jul 2017
Put down your back seat and make a bed
It is 8:04am
You turned your knees into ash trays
I keep asking how you ended up an addict... all you say is smoke follows beauty
You point out the birthmarks on my arm and say an angels kissed me. But I'm not blessed. I guess, I don't know...
Maia Vasconez
Written by
Maia Vasconez  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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     Alexandra Provan, Rapunzoll and Corvus
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