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We met within the echo of these porcelain sinks. Drugs lay beneath my bare legs, spread for your welcome. We’ve been inseparable since.
And we lay down as if we were dead, to admire the sky above and the heavens we had heard of.
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How poetic it is that the most beautiful of flowers grow in the ugliest of places. l/r
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