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Jun 2014
***** stains,
Cigarette burns,
Fornication marks,
On the sheets were we lie.
***** house, ***** mind.
All is fair in *** and drugs.

We wish we could die in the night.
Our inebriated souls
Could collapse into dust
And flutter into the starry sky.
Our brains spilling on the dashboard.
Jordin
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