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Jan 2018
your call was to
an deaf
your
un
sober
thoughts
have drown
your liquored
tip
lead
me here
through
your hollows
nighttime that swallows
your minds flesh
take off
your
****** forehead
my last love
sessions
over
?






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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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