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Jan 2018
Oh,

you ghost so well--
& when the ball drops
so does parts of anguish

Gone is her salt/water
Gone is your sting of cuts

Yet,
not the memory of you

Your digital ghost
somehow lingers
I can't just write happy stuff, I dunno, man. Catch me on a better day when there's no champagne, whisky, or remnants of *** in my system.
girl diffused
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girl diffused  29/F/Earth
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     ---, Jamadhi Verse and Tanisha Jackland
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