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Dec 2012
step out to have a smoke
and stir my head a bit

stabbing pain shoots through me
as red cherry burns flesh

this is my last week in
this desolate wasteland

here life is wearing thin
its time to start again

i'll turn myself in to
settle debts wit' the state

when all's done, i'll return
home... first time in decades
a little bit tipsy right now :)
i'll look back tomorrow, ta see how it sounds
:)
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