Arlo Jacob Smith
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Sunday, November 3, 2013
Bad Mirror
I get lost in the long nights. Just me a pen and the city lights. My art has always been more honest than my life, and there are times when I don’t want to read what I write. So I drink until I can't hold a pen.
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