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Jan 2015
the bottles have all been emptied
my friends are going home with strangers
drunken boys are making lonely eyes
begging me to follow suit

even in my dazed stupor
all I can see is you

I'm not ready to go
I don't want to be alone
I've been here before
so I'll ask again

when the night comes to an end,
is there room for me in your bed?
you're all I'll know the morning after
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Madison  New Jersey
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