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Friday, November 23, 2018
a lot of little doodles. backwards take. my skin is crawling. we met in his car.
to centralize the secondary,
i told you it was revolutionary.
did you even notice?
the driver wasn't there.
i held a ride into the light.
all the times we did it right, was it just pretend?
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