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Some days are gone before they leave... that taste in my mouth Why do I care? What is this air? going in by itself? I should drink coffee black take chocolate bitter My wine turned to vinegar Acerbic so next to spit- out the ferments of rage There are words there is nothing there are words there is nothing there are words there is nothing as abandoned as a vacant page
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Bitter
Some days are gone before they leave... that taste in my mouth Why do I care? What is this air? going in by itself? I should drink coffee black take chocolate bitter My wine turned to vinegar Acerbic so next to spit- out the ferments of rage There are words there is nothing there are words there is nothing there are words there is nothing as abandoned as a vacant page
NOT in a good mood....
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
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