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Nov 2013
Black nail polish,
Tongue piercings,
And lips red as ripe apples.
You're lying on the floor,
Smoke is curling around your head.
The boys are swimming in stars,
And your sister's chopping
Eyes out of a rabbit:
Acid nightmares, that's all it is,
You think to yourself.
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