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Mar 2018
so
sorry

she cut herself with an ***** bottle
her birth date
on
her
thigh
slipped
on
through
her ******
pools

drags her hand
down my chest
smell
of
*****

on
her
breath
baby
you
no
I
love you best

we wiped her last kiss

as she finished

cutting

her

flesh

we loved her through

her foggy morning

***** mess

she

fell from that star


think she knows who's watching her fall

we are
?











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branded glaciers GE
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branded glaciers GE
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     Jey Blu and skyler
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