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Long Sleeves
I could drift away into
the smoke and rest
in the bottom of the bottle
but I don't
I lay my head in my arms
on the table
daydreaming about better
realising I dont even know
what that means.
the smoke and rest
in the bottom of the bottle
but I don't
I lay my head in my arms
on the table
daydreaming about better
realising I dont even know
what that means.
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