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Dec 2017
sat on a bench in dusky darkness
notepad and cigarette in hand
far too enthralled in my own creative genius to realise
I got ash and cinders on my trench coat
a small grey hole pierced the sleek black look I was going for
and when I smell burning
I look down and sigh

now how am I going to get people to think I'm deep?
I'm so **** pretentious, I need to take it back a notch.
CE
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CE  19/M/merrily on high
(19/M/merrily on high)   
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