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Oct 2017
evil wine speak
you look so pretty in every color
god you're so old
and i so young

empty bottle basement
child's home, fate
is tiny hands

bodies blend
to time and
silhouttes

let me lead you home
i am guilty but i am writing
jude rigor
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jude rigor  26/F/north carolina
(26/F/north carolina)   
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