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and just lie.....
It was hot that night, not much to write home about. But it was hotter than normal. And just got home from work and I had a smile on my face, not because I was off work; but because, I knew what I had waiting for me at home.
a Beautiful bottle.......waiting for me like I just came back after two years from the peace corps....wanting those thirsty drips.
I think it was a cold morning, I forget. it Was colder than normal - and my thoughts were dead like my pride and dignity; I was dead and knew I had to awake, and never really said....I was dead and knew I had to awake. I did not want to wake up/ I wanted to lay there, in bed/ and just lie...........
a Beautiful bottle.......waiting for me like I just came back after two years from the peace corps....wanting those thirsty drips.
I think it was a cold morning, I forget. it Was colder than normal - and my thoughts were dead like my pride and dignity; I was dead and knew I had to awake, and never really said....I was dead and knew I had to awake. I did not want to wake up/ I wanted to lay there, in bed/ and just lie...........
Published 1st Sep 2017
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1st Sep 2017 10:19am
tangled up in the melancholy of prime liquor -
it's the distance from the shotglass to the lie;
real nice city night ballad...
it's the distance from the shotglass to the lie;
real nice city night ballad...
4th Sep 2017 4:05am
