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A la deriva Nov 2012
Give it to me straight,
A London Dry Gin.
No ice to chill the swig,
No bitters to alter the taste.
I want to endure things as they are,
True. Pure.

Perhaps only the bartender will ever understand.
A la deriva Nov 2012
God
I have never believed
in God.

I used to
want to.

I used to
want a lot of things.

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