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No.
Just no.
I wish you'd go.
your laugh is like
a machine gun through velvet
you smell like
scotch and cigarettes
I hate how you look at me
how the only thing you expect to see
is nothing
Just no.
please go.
I wish you'd go.
your laugh is like
a machine gun through velvet
you smell like
scotch and cigarettes
I hate how you look at me
how the only thing you expect to see
is nothing
Just no.
please go.
Published 12th Mar 2012
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