oh you'll break my writers block eventually with all these 5 minute exercises
It was all drink and drugs, shits and giggles and A grocery cart race through the hallway Down the steps, past the ashtrays, a wave at The cross-eyed night manager holding down a fort Built of burnt coffee and overly starched sheets Through a parking lot of diesel fumes and dandelions All the way to the vending machines Where you sat shitfaced and sobbing Unable to believe another year had come Without a kiss
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Nicole
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It was all drink and drugs, shits and giggles and
A grocery cart race through the hallway
Down the steps, past the ashtrays, a wave at
The cross-eyed night manager holding down a fort
Built of burnt coffee and overly starched sheets
Through a parking lot of diesel fumes and dandelions
All the way to the vending machines
Where you sat shitfaced and sobbing
Unable to believe another year had come
Without a kiss
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