it smells like grape juice and cigarettes.

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I MISS YOU LIKE THE FLOWERS MISS THE RISING SUN
I NEED YOU LIKE THE OCEAN NEEDS THE MOON TO PULL IT ALONG
I LOVE YOU LIKE A WHORE LOVES BEING ABUSED
BUT I HATE YOU SOMETIMES FOR MAKING ME FEEL USED


-a.e.

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