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Oct 2012
The ******
Burned lips
Holy veins
****** nose
Blackened lungs
Blood shot eyes
One holy brain
Empty bottle
Funky trip
I am the eminent sage ******
Trust me.
oh, high school...
Theresa Grace
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Theresa Grace
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