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Some not destroyed. Others, phantom glitter.

I don't know if there is an afterlife, but I *do* know I got bass in my trunk.

9.23.2008

.

The only one who would apologize
was someone through a screen

I smell your spit on my face
and my smokes are around the block

My stomach is down to the chair
and my ears itch so deeply - I cannot reach to scratch


... Breakthrough.
Posted by Observe Such at 1:21:00 AM
Labels: amends, fight

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