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Oct 2014
I am anxiously waiting
to go pick him up.
Smoking all of my cigarettes,
reading Bukowski,
and wishing I had a joint.
I miss his lips,
his laugh,
and a little more than
I'm willing to share.
I miss my peaches.
Paige
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Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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   Erenn and ryann
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