my momma hates you. i mean hates maybe it's because she loves me so much and i know this because whenever we pass a smoker, she always tells me i deserve much better than secondhand i believe her, but... honey we're way past secondhand we're on like ninth or tenth hand, and im forgetting how to breathe, and i can't stop coughing, and...

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the sky, he was blue. he always was. the sky had blue eyes of air and white clouds for hair the kind of sky she always dreamed of the sky was only 5'8 but i remember someone saying something about how he was never the limit and let me tell you, he was a sky scraper. scraping hearts but mostly knees he came...

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i appreciate your condolences, but they're not enough to save me and these daffodils, they look beautiful, but they're not enough to save me and the ice cream, it was thoughtful, but hunny it's just too late it's too cold, and it's too late.  ...

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