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Nov 2022
The night is racing
Like the coke that's going trough my nose
My veins are transparant
Just like the thoughts i share

I'm in your arms crying
In silence listening
To whatever sound breaks the discomfort

I don't want to **** right now
Let me just play another indie song
Till the light shines through my curtains

Picking up all the bottles from yesterday
Cleaning up the left up powder on the table
And you tell yourself it's fine
That night made perfect sense after all
Winter Allen Jane
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Winter Allen Jane  Amsterdam
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