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Red wine burns in a column in my chest Rosemary is learning to love her baby Because it's the end of the movie I didn't finish my book today And it's not even my book Everyone has work So they're in bed I pour the rest of the wine into my glass And I go outside and sit at The little table And smoke one of my roommate's Cigarettes He doesn't mind because sometimes He smokes mine So the water ebbs and flows I want to be buried without a casket So the ants can have direct access to my body Without the pretension That I am not for them The hot column of wine will keep me awake in bed Giving me some time to try and finish my book I will also be somewhat afraid of satanists With old naked bodies and bright eyes But if I am too afraid I will laugh And remember there is no hell And if even if there is one I would be ashamed To be a good person Only because It exists
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
Acid Reflux
Red wine burns in a column in my chest Rosemary is learning to love her baby Because it's the end of the movie I didn't finish my book today And it's not even my book Everyone has work So they're in bed I pour the rest of the wine into my glass And I go outside and sit at The little table And smoke one of my roommate's Cigarettes He doesn't mind because sometimes He smokes mine So the water ebbs and flows I want to be buried without a casket So the ants can have direct access to my body Without the pretension That I am not for them The hot column of wine will keep me awake in bed Giving me some time to try and finish my book I will also be somewhat afraid of satanists With old naked bodies and bright eyes But if I am too afraid I will laugh And remember there is no hell And if even if there is one I would be ashamed To be a good person Only because It exists
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
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