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surrounded in a field of weeds you pretend to plant your seeds water something that won't grow we both know it's just for show loved it when our fingers laced miss the way you used to taste still have you between my teeth now you're just out of reach so raise your glass always half full appreciate what I'd call dull enjoy all your time away because alone is how we'll stay take a sip, give me no heed find someone else in my stead know I only drink to you forget, remember, bid adieux
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
A Toast To Our Demise, Love
surrounded in a field of weeds you pretend to plant your seeds water something that won't grow we both know it's just for show loved it when our fingers laced miss the way you used to taste still have you between my teeth now you're just out of reach so raise your glass always half full appreciate what I'd call dull enjoy all your time away because alone is how we'll stay take a sip, give me no heed find someone else in my stead know I only drink to you forget, remember, bid adieux
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
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