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Sep 2014
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.
"The apartment smells like cigarettes,
I think I carried you here."

9/21/14
Q
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Q  New York
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   Josh Bass, r and Jay
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