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Jan 10, 2011 04:28

Every song is the fucking same
I'm alone and drinking
and my eyes are rolling back in my head

When I think of you
I find some strangers love to
Suit my appetite

I love this whiskey
More than any of my miseries
Or anything else you gave me

And remember that time
we lived in your nana's house
you should know
I fucked our neighbor on the couch

poetry

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