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Between blurred shots of tequila During bright sunny afternoons, That's when you see the truth of it: The devil rises to the surface, The bitter falls on the floor, & the whimsical run amok. & I stand, tipped sideways, Watching my world burn.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Amok
Between blurred shots of tequila During bright sunny afternoons, That's when you see the truth of it: The devil rises to the surface, The bitter falls on the floor, & the whimsical run amok. & I stand, tipped sideways, Watching my world burn.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
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