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Rich smells of ash seep into mahogany Spilled beer and sweat and tears, Trembling hands rock grains and knots, Anguish hammered in fist by fist, Screams inlay throug varnish thick, Smoke won't consume non-existent lungs, Sadly. Whiskey wont corrode a non-existent liver, Sadly. Non-existent hearts won't fail from grief known, sadly. Fire may free you
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
the forlorn
Rich smells of ash seep into mahogany Spilled beer and sweat and tears, Trembling hands rock grains and knots, Anguish hammered in fist by fist, Screams inlay throug varnish thick, Smoke won't consume non-existent lungs, Sadly. Whiskey wont corrode a non-existent liver, Sadly. Non-existent hearts won't fail from grief known, sadly. Fire may free you
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
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