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cracked-out poets

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[Mar. 4th, 2008|04:12 pm]
cracked-out poets

crackedoutpoets

[sleeponfloors]
 holes in my skin
knots in my shoulders
the smell of gin
rain is falling
my head is swimming
smoke fills up my lungs
though the day is still young
tremendous bags form under my eyes
the evidence of late nights
i wonder why i dont feel tired
picking scabs and
polluting our bodies
laying in bed all day
your mom makes us
another peanut butter sandwich
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