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a back bend, kick over. the movement becomes a walk we all know too well. my worries steep, I sip them dry and leave some left for another night.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
he smells like liquor
a back bend, kick over. the movement becomes a walk we all know too well. my worries steep, I sip them dry and leave some left for another night.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
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