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Your last breath will fog my knife.

Name:
girl
Birthdate:
11 April





I drug your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
In every city memories would whisper,
"here is where you rest."
I was determined in Chicago
but I dug my teeth into my knees
and I settled for a telephone
sang into your machine,
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."





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