Rolling Papers by Bard

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Nov 2020

I am a crutch left to get dusty in the attic
Its a crutch abused some might say an addict
I get used up all night and I just let it
So come day I'm empty an quiet

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Bard 25/M/Anchorage, Alaska

(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)

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