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Jul 2013
Light turns the inside of my eyelids red
As the sun rises.
And I can still taste last night's cigarettes.
And the room is too hot.
And it all comes back to me.
And my stomach churns.
But I still can't *****.
Anna Vida
Written by
Anna Vida  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   Ashley Centers
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