smoke these words or choke them down.
we've all gotta die somehow.
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for Reading.
Secondhand Swagger
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Waiting it out.
It wasn't a storm for me
but boy, they couldn't wait for it to pass.
so now, call
every night. Text
every night. I have a booty, yes,
and she doesn't answer to just anyone.
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