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There is this girl cat lanky long hair geometric and black love right angular There is this girl moonlight faint baby talking the plants and they die There is this girl a burning in the throat the sensation of something coming up Acid reflux There is this girl who came back and then left There is this girl twitching wet and frayed on the sheets smoldering electric breaker trip Coughing There is this girl licentiously staring at me over the steering wheel through the windshield across the hood racing the engine black, black tire smoke smiling There is this girl here on a holliday a week long, all inclusive get away There is this ******* girl wavy and swirling through the tears, still There is this dog two cats no three a lot of **** cats there are these other dogs There is this house that felt like home just once There was this lady who forgot her name and got lost in the bathroom I’m the man not enough
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
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There is this girl cat lanky long hair geometric and black love right angular There is this girl moonlight faint baby talking the plants and they die There is this girl a burning in the throat the sensation of something coming up Acid reflux There is this girl who came back and then left There is this girl twitching wet and frayed on the sheets smoldering electric breaker trip Coughing There is this girl licentiously staring at me over the steering wheel through the windshield across the hood racing the engine black, black tire smoke smiling There is this girl here on a holliday a week long, all inclusive get away There is this ******* girl wavy and swirling through the tears, still There is this dog two cats no three a lot of **** cats there are these other dogs There is this house that felt like home just once There was this lady who forgot her name and got lost in the bathroom I’m the man not enough
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
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