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Hung Out 'Til It Was Over
We went out like she meant it, my money, I spent it, all on her, now she vanished. Call it over, fuck it, I aint sober, so call me in the morning; hungover.
Published 31st Jan 2015
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1st Feb 2015 00:32am
1st Feb 2015 2:54pm
Thanks. It's probably the shortest piece I've written on D.U.P but I think the image it gives is of a larger scale.
