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priest nor sinner just me alone on this stool, 24 oz of drool left one pen and a full notebook. scribbled full by nicotine stained fingertips digging through an ashtray for one last **** three days of ***** dishes awaiting my attention, (i have more spoons, so) I peer into this CRT looking back at me with only one page remaining, available, left, to explain to the world, how I felt.
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
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priest nor sinner just me alone on this stool, 24 oz of drool left one pen and a full notebook. scribbled full by nicotine stained fingertips digging through an ashtray for one last **** three days of ***** dishes awaiting my attention, (i have more spoons, so) I peer into this CRT looking back at me with only one page remaining, available, left, to explain to the world, how I felt.
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Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
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