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Sirens whine in
Dog howls fade out
It's cold I can see
My breath
In the breeze
Of
Pre winter morning
Or
Post summer late night
Aspiration in a bottle not alcohol that's to simple
It's Gatorade or smart water
The smart minds feed the brain and eat from the helpless adult child in the checkout line like Dylan said its just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind

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