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Your car came through town a queen on her chair with a silver spider web smashed windscreen and no door on a scrap truck. I didn't call you. Told you in the pub last night it was none of my business now if you died or not. Did I kiss that boy on the stairs? I can feel myself falling in love already. I stole prosecco off the kitchen counter, drank the whole bottle. It fizzed like stars and hopes and dreams in my belly and I started walking when the sun came up.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
White Girl Wasted
Your car came through town a queen on her chair with a silver spider web smashed windscreen and no door on a scrap truck. I didn't call you. Told you in the pub last night it was none of my business now if you died or not. Did I kiss that boy on the stairs? I can feel myself falling in love already. I stole prosecco off the kitchen counter, drank the whole bottle. It fizzed like stars and hopes and dreams in my belly and I started walking when the sun came up.
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
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