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It's like you don't know and that's the worst thing, When I stumble in late from a night well out, And bleed you out on pen and paper, Flush you out like the alcohol.

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Written by

natalia-quilles

American

For You?

Written by

natalia-quilles

American

Published: Sep 21, 2014
Time: 1m

Notes: "The apartment smells like cigarettes,
I think I carried you here."

9/21/14
Tags: #love #alcohol

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