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Oct 2013
Fill the remnants of your broken soul
with trash tv and sad songs so you
don't have to feel the emptiness
that lies where he, his body still warm
from the morning sun, spilled
drink and the secrets of his soul.
Written by
Ashley Centers
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   stardust style
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