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Dec 2014
I live for the day I'll be rid of you.
Rid of your name that still sits in the back of my head,
picking away at me.
It's crazy, how such a lovely thing can make me feel so dead.
I thought I was above the allure of addiction,
but here I am, tasting your name again.
Andrew Saromines
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Andrew Saromines  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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