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Dusty bottles of ***** Raise up dusty ghosts in this basement, Sickeningly sweet whiskeys and buttery shots, Warm, Then sharply struck by icy cold, antiseptic ***** I’m numbed and dulled to these divorces of life.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
Dusty Bottles
Dusty bottles of ***** Raise up dusty ghosts in this basement, Sickeningly sweet whiskeys and buttery shots, Warm, Then sharply struck by icy cold, antiseptic ***** I’m numbed and dulled to these divorces of life.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
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