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| Zippo |
Sex with ghosts and broken glass 'neath clouded stars Corpses hold you A guitar wails in your mind The scrapes sting on your thighs Alchohol soaks your skin Slivers catch in your scalp, Flesh strewn. Clouds of it. |
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| yummyC |
I have a helium tank in my room, and I never ever need helium balloons, so most of it just goes to waste when i'm on the phone with someone and inhale some so i sound... silly... |
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