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Feb 2015
One shot, two shots
Colors start to blur
Three shots, four shots
Body moves without direction from the mind
Five shots, six shots
Stumbling to the beat of some rap song
Seven shots, eight shots
You think of him.
Nine shots, ten shots
You know this is not where you belong.
No shots
Sorrow,
Regret,
Anguish.
One shot, two shots.
Aubrey Valdez
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