i tried to break free from the chains of my
addiction while circles in my head trained for
military bootcamp. Just. all is just. can you
reach me through the horn with wires or must we
meet on the mountain? you kissed my hand and
the blood under my skin rose like a balsa wood
glider from the five and dime. let's go check on
the fireplace wood. i'll chop wood while you chop
carrots. isn't that fire water from the devil?
Don't baby dolls cost too much these days?
you don't have to answer my questions i just
wanted you to listen. you don't have to listen, i
just wanted to write..........
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