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There are rings on the table From our drinks Empty bottles In the garbage Some might think That these nights are Repetitive But we see These memories Through a screen So maybe We cling To the idea Of being free Don’t you see? These nights Are not tired So we drink // EW
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
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There are rings on the table From our drinks Empty bottles In the garbage Some might think That these nights are Repetitive But we see These memories Through a screen So maybe We cling To the idea Of being free Don’t you see? These nights Are not tired So we drink // EW
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Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
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