a situation of ill-legalist rhetoric that lies and leaves you with a headache of a lifetime award. mind erasure of the safety on a gun and the true feelings never revealed. photo shoots of suits and black-eyes and sisters spreading blood and whey like a shell that broke open in the comfort of a burning world revived. match books with phone numbers asking if you really think I would dare love you more than the fire than burns between us. that we would betray the nothing for something more than the ash in my mouth, and the Ballantines that reminded me that there was water to cleanse the stagnation of heartbreak. no time like the present…
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