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hell

 



drink down
the
sun like
a
cold beer

light up
the
first smoke
of
the day

makers mark
early
bird breakfast
special

apples on
the
kitchen table
gunshots
to
the eyes

blue jays, sparrows
stare
through the
window

sitting across
from
an empty
chair

talking to
myself
but hearing
you
answer back
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