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 Jul 2014 Kind Smith
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Gone
 Jul 2014 Kind Smith
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Last night I got drunk,
And although I couldn't think
I kept thinking of you.
My mind replaying the short span of time our mouths latched together
As we spoke words that meant nothing.
I was thrilled,
I was sad,
I was gone.

— The End —