I'm excited.


The Nicotine RoomI'd like cigarettes strewn across a hardwood floor, and smoke to align the my walls a pianist in the corner gasping for a breath playing the melodies that no one would recollect, something that only I would recallThe Nicotine Room
Ash amongst the limbs of my body, changing the hues of skin to grey. I could cling to the rings with my lips affixed. Nothing to be let out, everything remaining in. I want survival on nicotine alone.
The stains of due time to hold their scent amongst my clothes. A yellowing of floorboards to outline my crawl.
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-erin
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my tattoo and drawing gallery is here.. [link]
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how the hell do we drug the clerk?
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little bunny foo foo raving and faving through the forest!
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Look at my gallery! [link]
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how the hell do we drug the clerk?
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