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White frost Ripping off my senses Leaving chills behind Trembling my legs Warm beer in the counter Your voice on the record Strong smell of garlic and alcohol A sincere disregard Of a loafer In the rapture of whisky And in front headlong troops Waiting to shed blood over the ice.
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
Winter
White frost Ripping off my senses Leaving chills behind Trembling my legs Warm beer in the counter Your voice on the record Strong smell of garlic and alcohol A sincere disregard Of a loafer In the rapture of whisky And in front headlong troops Waiting to shed blood over the ice.
I really don't like the cold but makes me write words that somehow match, at least inside my brain, hope you guys can get the vibe of the work
#winter#cold#alcohol#troops
mistontheriver
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F/from the sun
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
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