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Snow melts on my front step,
Slip and slide right on my back.
Looking up at a clear blue sky.
Wouldn't mind if this is how I die.

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You say the cutest things,
When we're getting high, just you and me.
You say the weirdest things,
or am I just fried of this LSD?
Doing drugs with strangers.

The taste of blood lingers in my mouth.
Claw as hard as I can just to get out.
Promise me you won't freak out,

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Jules Burne New Haven, Connecticut

Emo music from connecticut.

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