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Jun 2014
The only light in the car flashed and faded
every time you took a pull of your cigarette,
and it shone its light on the face of a kid who
was just trying too **** hard to grow up.

Go slow, sweetheart.
Jordan Michael White
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Jordan Michael White  Midwest
(Midwest)   
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