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Whisper If You Can
Memories whisper why,
Down deep in this bottle,
Alcohol soaked dreams care not to murmur.
Memories,
Memories of ages deep.
Haze of my delirium,
And in my heart I find little bits of obsidium.
For what am I and what are they twofold.
Down deep in this bottle,
Alcohol soaked dreams care not to murmur.
Memories,
Memories of ages deep.
Haze of my delirium,
And in my heart I find little bits of obsidium.
For what am I and what are they twofold.
Published 23rd Jan 2014
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