Friday, April 29, 2011

Strung Out Comments

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I'm passed in an alley but the feeling doesn't hurt, I feel some kind of way because my pants don't match my shirt,

the tracks descend my arm to form a highway made of veins, I'd sell my soul for one more hit of you, addictive dame.
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James Lewis

James Lewis

Newark, NJ
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