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[mygrandmachine]

 I hold an image of the ashtray girl, Of cigarette burns on my chest, I wrote a poem that described her world, And put our friendship to the test, And late at night, Whilst on all fours, She used to watch me kiss the floor, What's wrong with this picture? 

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[mygrandmachine]

i have been listening to this since a few months ago when u told me to! i just posted it cause i just went to google the lyrics of the song. haha