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Aug 2011
im that extra bottle of wine.

the one you pull out to help pass the time.

you keep me there until you drink your fill.

then put me back against my will.

but i would never dare complain.

i just let the bottle fill up with distain.

i give you comfort when theres nowhere left to turn.

i numb you over until your stomache starts to burn.

then you leave me and go to sleep.

with the part of me you drink and keep.

like an hourglass, i tip and empty.

just like everyone you've used before me.
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