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she smells like smoke 3 day unwashed hair sitting still for hours melting clock ticks lighter fuel and dry hands blood shot eyes stuck to a screen a scratchy throat that mutters but can't speak a word you'd think she tastes sour but she's actually quite sweet
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Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
ask her what shes had to eat
she smells like smoke 3 day unwashed hair sitting still for hours melting clock ticks lighter fuel and dry hands blood shot eyes stuck to a screen a scratchy throat that mutters but can't speak a word you'd think she tastes sour but she's actually quite sweet
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oliveah
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
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