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She
She.
She stands there, unlit cigarette in hand.
She's always preaching the gospel, but it doesnt mean anything in her own brain.
She always pours less than her heart into someone, but it's bright red and flows quickly.
She doesnt remember much, besides the places in that city that makes our knees shake on those weekend nights.
She stands there, unlit cigarette in hand.
She's always preaching the gospel, but it doesnt mean anything in her own brain.
She always pours less than her heart into someone, but it's bright red and flows quickly.
She doesnt remember much, besides the places in that city that makes our knees shake on those weekend nights.
Published 9th Aug 2013
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