.Come on.
I swear.
I'm bitter at best.
I'm laying in the pieces of my cigarettes,
That we crushed in my bed, perhaps a tent,
Some Portland apartment,
That we thought was haunted.
Cough, kiss and caress.
The morning birds are restless,
But at least they ha.
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