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we lounge in the backseat to wait out the rain. your fingers still against my thigh, grapefruit juice drips down my chin, and we stare ahead like this is what we were meant for -- you pack another bowl, lana sings on, jazzy and sweet, and i i overflow
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
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we lounge in the backseat to wait out the rain. your fingers still against my thigh, grapefruit juice drips down my chin, and we stare ahead like this is what we were meant for -- you pack another bowl, lana sings on, jazzy and sweet, and i i overflow
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marina-6
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
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