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Sometimes I Find...

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I find..
slippin on muddy bodega floors
in the middle of the winter
buying needle bleach
while its raining hard outside
I find..
im looking out the window
and the rain still pours
watching a sepia toned city
an old photograph
soaked and left to dry
I find..
someones fucked with my head..
it's all been a lie
half past midnite
pacing wooden floors
and I'm losing my mind