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MDMA
her name was Molly,
she was from Dhali,
by a Vishnu Mobile,
stood her Admirer
tugging at my hand he'd croak,
"क्या आपके पास कुछ गैसोलीन है?"
but I don't know whether he meant
a certain type of
Propane, imean
all the while Molly stood behind the register,
buying bars and watching us with eyes surely knowing
just,
like,
you.
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