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the scent of “it’s 3AM. My fingernails are long ***** clockwork -unclipped- oiled-jagged hands - I am,                                      like time,                                      spent in a coffee shop, with a drink you don’t like much and, still, hours to **** No One Loves It Who Isn’t Anymore calling a ***** for a life before “YOUR” nervous nerves, us, stomach ache heart ache more of the same old breaks
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
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the scent of “it’s 3AM. My fingernails are long ***** clockwork -unclipped- oiled-jagged hands - I am,                                      like time,                                      spent in a coffee shop, with a drink you don’t like much and, still, hours to **** No One Loves It Who Isn’t Anymore calling a ***** for a life before “YOUR” nervous nerves, us, stomach ache heart ache more of the same old breaks
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
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