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Jul 2012
Empty beer bottles,
Empty beer cans
Another night faded into story

I'm ashamed, ashamed of my quick subtle movements
Dropping containers
And forgetting to pick them up

Too drunk too type

Too drunk not to care


Ill smoke the ****, one more time
Let the music; the words of Americans
Sing me to my drunken sleep
Adellebee
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Adellebee  28/F/Victoria
(28/F/Victoria)   
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