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A5619 a poem

You know, we’re all just shooting off into the universe to die anyways and I’m hung out by my dum numb leg and suddenly all the cocaine in the world is resting on my lips all that I’ve done all that I’ve felt all that it’s made me become Oh. Soul.

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