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and she's smoking a cigarette blowing rings into the night. the fire is burning red like the skin under the knife. she's thinking about him again, probably a little more than what she should. but she doesn't care. she drags the ashes across the steps with her fingers...writing out their names. she spits on the names thinking about how it will never
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So creative and lovely. I'm thinking of writing a book and I would like permission to include a version of this in it if I do get around to writing it.
♥ Shea
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love you sheabug
&hearts
breanna dawn
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