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Nov 2018
i prefer green grapes over purple ones
they're more sour and that gives me the shivers
like when it's extra cold out
my breath comes out in puffs of white
i used to pretend i was smoking
when i walked out of church on sunday morning
and it gave me the same pleasure
without being addicted to anything
but life itself
it's
too
hot in california.
and my cat wants to eat my grapes.
and god doesn't exist anymore to me-
our fate is in our hands, now.
no more excuses.
Written by
helios
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