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Jul 2015
I hope that when you think of me
It's a deep ache.
A gut wrenching sickness that ***** up in your throat.
An anxiousness that will never leave.
I can still smell the beer on your breath
and
I can still feel the dirt under your fingernails.
I hope you rot.
Casuarina
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Casuarina
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   halioth, Ariel Baptista and ---
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