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Unconscious con-artists sipping on each other's pop intertwining their legs like Twizzlers Squeezing the back of their necks playing in the dark tumultuous bed sheet half-hanging on a mattress Bruised lip, scratched skin Disowning our faults Pulled triggers on abrasive guns for provocation and crawling into trouble
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
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Unconscious con-artists sipping on each other's pop intertwining their legs like Twizzlers Squeezing the back of their necks playing in the dark tumultuous bed sheet half-hanging on a mattress Bruised lip, scratched skin Disowning our faults Pulled triggers on abrasive guns for provocation and crawling into trouble
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
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