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Nov 2014
Revolving doors
drugs and drank
the combination of it all began to stank.

***** beds
body heat and ashe covered sheets
greasy take out, we usally eat.

Strange rooms
bic lighters, smoke, and incense
last check in with my innocence.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
784
   M Eastman
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