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Jul 2014
five shots later
and you're still my motivation to finish off this bottle;
get you out of my head
my vision is blurry but
i see us smoking cigarettes on my roof last july, so ******* vividly
my words are slurred but
i could still mimic the way you said my name, as if it meant anything
my hands are shaky but
i can feel you- worse; i can feel your absence; detonating my mind
ray
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ray  BX - NYC
(BX - NYC)   
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   Jonny Angel
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