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she walks from the alley over wet lottery tickets, chesterfield butts and empty gypsy rose wine bottles. but truth lies in forgetfulness and even the stars bleed dust. I smile to greet her. I smile as she lifts my throat to heaven. I smile even as the razor skates across my neck... and she's following you too...sucker... the BIG! dream
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
the sweet smell of her perfume
she walks from the alley over wet lottery tickets, chesterfield butts and empty gypsy rose wine bottles. but truth lies in forgetfulness and even the stars bleed dust. I smile to greet her. I smile as she lifts my throat to heaven. I smile even as the razor skates across my neck... and she's following you too...sucker... the BIG! dream
guy-scutellaro
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
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