SMOKING KILLS
Stories of OldI.Stories of Old
and I want to tell you all of my secrets, I want to tell you that I love you,
I want to tell you my middle name.
II.
I find things that I think you would like, and then I don't give them to you.
Because I am petty, and you just don't deserve to get everything.
III.
We begin our suicide plunge into the unknown depths of our souls in the hopes of finding something that the other will consider worth keeping.
IV.
The sun watches me watch you and leaves its calling card across my sk
your work is amazing
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