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Post-Poisoning

Poured myself off of the metro with a case of motion sickness, died a thousand times while watching the tail lights fade into crickets hissing static over attics scattering more light pollution – dreamt of grabbing people coffees, heavy doors that lead to rooms where I had never been before. 22 more words

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C'mon Girl

Go and cash your paycheck come and spend it all on me – got a slider in the basement you won’t ever need a key. You can drive me; I don’t mind things like that; I’ll pick up the first two tabs and every parking meter after that.

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