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Jul 2020
i can taste it
memory in my mouth
sound on my tongue
heaviness on my head
i’ve felt this for way too long

comfort yet scarce
i never wanted it
it just happened
i love thé way it bit

tequila and vitamin water
desperate times call
desperate measures answer
avery
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avery  19/F/under my bed
(19/F/under my bed)   
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   JD
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