Accompany Me in My Pursuit of Death by Darby Rose

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Feb 2014

Whiskey to warm,
Menthol cigarettes to cool.
I don't ever want to leave my bed.
We are killing ourselves slowly.
We are already broken.

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Darby Rose City of Salt

(City of Salt)

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