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Jan 2014
We had a few beers, and then a few more...
The empty box flattened on the floor,
read something like twenty-four.

We danced to made up melodies...
A pair of socks and two bare feet,
shuffled around aimlessly.

"Look at the stars!" you said, staring at the ceiling...
All I saw were cracks and paint peeling,
but I found it was worth believing.
Experimental Habits
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Experimental Habits
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