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Smiles that don't quite rise to eyes Awkward chatter and white lies Drab, plaster walls, and stained floors Take a breath and sip some more Lower walls and break the locks, With fewer glances at the clock Easy laughter and empty cups Find a way to fill me up. The bitter rind turns sweet with time When empty glasses clink like chimes The warmth of friends helps me unwind The warmth of poison keeps me blind Eyes that don't quite rise to smiles But people love this guise of style Play it smooth with refined class Tell everyone about her fine *** Oh, this nihgt will never end Oh, the joys of plentyy friends Teh best of times, never forget The way that the
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
This Bitter Rind
Smiles that don't quite rise to eyes Awkward chatter and white lies Drab, plaster walls, and stained floors Take a breath and sip some more Lower walls and break the locks, With fewer glances at the clock Easy laughter and empty cups Find a way to fill me up. The bitter rind turns sweet with time When empty glasses clink like chimes The warmth of friends helps me unwind The warmth of poison keeps me blind Eyes that don't quite rise to smiles But people love this guise of style Play it smooth with refined class Tell everyone about her fine *** Oh, this nihgt will never end Oh, the joys of plentyy friends Teh best of times, never forget The way that the
Wrote this freshman year of college, when I was adjusting to the drinker culture.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 7:26 PM UTC
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