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Mar 2015
Beer.
Within which you hide
And that which you drink.

I wish I could cool your mind
as it does your throat
as it slowly slides down.
I wish I could ease your pain
That burns in that liquor
in which you now drown.
You don't have to do this
Brielle Lachelle
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