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Jun 15
nights like static      unwinding
through prescription bottles and empty
notebooks    the doctor says
my heart is wearing thin    but what
does he know about hearts

there's ink in my veins now    replacing
what you drained    and it's going to take
you people decades to recover from
all of the damage    these pages
will burn clean through your hands
2025, Lost Lounge Massacre
Henrique Sanchez
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Henrique Sanchez
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       dude, Chris and Mister Truth
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