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Dec 2014
Three sheets to the wind and pickled to boot

Lying listlessly on the cold linoleum floor
dreaming about the adventure that just ended and hoping for another to begin

A cool breeze wafts through the obsidian sky and flutters down past the curtains onto my rosy red face

It feels nice upon my tender skin

Slowly I slink off to sleep to rest up for another excursion that will be upon me soon
The Wanderer
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The Wanderer
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