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Dec 2014
And yeah the *** might burn on it's way down
but it burns the voice I'm trying to drown.
It's Christmas Eve, pour me another drink,
quickly before my mind starts to think.
Maybe after one more round I won't feel the same,
maybe after the third I'll forget your name.
Looks like I'm spending Christmas with three empty bottles of *** and a hang over
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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