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Aug 2011
Let the spirits pour!
Sip and **** until you are sore
until you cant anymore
go ahead break me
make me poor
that lady liquor
that *****
In the mouths of every man that comes through that door
and the crowds roar
calling
"encore"
"give me more"
"take me to nowhere but the floor"
samuel nathan
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