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What You Said To Me In The Parking Lot Of Gas Station 7 Eleven

I hope our cigarettes
burn holes into the sky
And I hope that, when our parents see them,
they think about stars.
I hope that I blow out my soul with the smoke
And the smoke carries it far
far away from here.



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