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Crimson winds in Early September blew my own smoke back into my face so I got a double dose of ashes, burning my surfaces I stopped digging into my skin with metal but filled my lungs with tar and I can't tell what's worse Forgetting to take in sherbert skies because I'm too high or being there but not caring in the first place
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Sherbert Burns
Crimson winds in Early September blew my own smoke back into my face so I got a double dose of ashes, burning my surfaces I stopped digging into my skin with metal but filled my lungs with tar and I can't tell what's worse Forgetting to take in sherbert skies because I'm too high or being there but not caring in the first place
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Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
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