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Sep 2013
an empty
takeout box
a heart
drained dry
your ghost
can't ****
me if
the smokes
do it
first give
me a
light and
pretend this
bed isn't
a pyre
in disguise
what am i even doing anymore
Written by
dean  United States
(United States)   
436
   Vidya, ---, maybella snow and Pen Lux
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