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[chalkboard_girl]

It was the summer of
.vomit.
and
s e x

and oh yes! there would be drugs. there were always the .drugs.

and there was the girl
who watched us all .use. them
(and each other)
in our pity attempts at
//glamour//

we laughed and came to the comclusion
that we were all in boxes.
so many fucking boxes.

(but she was free)

It was the spring
like summer .un.done and

.done.over.

we were vomitting sex and
drugs mixed with our .favorite.
//hard liquors//

and the girl
and the girl

we were making .love.
on ink stained floors.

while We wrote our stories on the
walls in our blood
drawing hearts on the cieling.

but the hearts dripped.

it was the fall.
of boys and summers
long.gone.
(dont forget the drugs)

the girl was still there
passing up joints and
kissing his neck.

the lonley leaves fell to the
ground, leaving the trees
bare and skinny
like heroin junkies.

like the ones
it seemed that we
were
be.come.ing

and then it was the winter.
and
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-died-