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Solitary nights, Inebriated writings. Words, Poorly strung together, oft forced to rhyme. *Alcohol, is it a sin? Truth, is it divine? *
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
Memories turn to prose
Solitary nights, Inebriated writings. Words, Poorly strung together, oft forced to rhyme. *Alcohol, is it a sin? Truth, is it divine? *
saksham
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36/M/Indian
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
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