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Cardboard Houses

I don't feel better watching 3 am come and go sleepless nights kept awake by blinding lights of a thousand stars which I named after all of my mistakes and transgressions there's a picture of me painted in the sky under eye circles and a look of infatuation I call it a portrait of the artist as a reckless dreamer
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