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Dec 2014
i'm slumped in some shady ally behind some shady bar with shady people and my head is pounding and i don't see you until you blow a stream of smoke in my eyes and the soon-to-be-familiar scent of cinnamon and chocolate wraps around me.
sonderlinge : quaint in afrikkans form
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ruby stains  purgatory
(purgatory)   
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   --- and stΓ©phane noir
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