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Lonely we are, ******* smoke through our lips never getting no kiss, just the lightheaded feeling instead. And now we lie in our beds, with the smoke in our heads, sifting through red lust and blue sorrow.
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Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
at home