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It seems as of late the only warmth I can find is standing above the gas range of restaurant kitchens; sipping bourbon from broken pint glasses, inhaling life from a ***** filter.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
November 26, 2014: A Thought
It seems as of late the only warmth I can find is standing above the gas range of restaurant kitchens; sipping bourbon from broken pint glasses, inhaling life from a ***** filter.
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
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