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Poetry

Book number one is found on my profile if you'd like to read it before you read this one (highly suggested).

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by amberfarmer

by amberfarmer

I smoke to make sure those goddamn butterflies are dead

I cut my wrists to make sure you no longer run in my veins

and I drink vodka to erase the bittersweet taste your lips left on mine.