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1d
empty wine bottles in your room
when i wake up, sometimes,
i still reach for you

empty glass bottles
rattling around in the backseat
why do i still think of you
cleo
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cleo  27/Gender Fluid/los angeles
(27/Gender Fluid/los angeles)   
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