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Tim Buggy
Poems
Jul 2015
Four hour friends
after a few mouthfuls,
masks are grown from harsh liquids,
they soften our muscles,
ease our aches,
lead us to believe that strangers are soul mates,
lets dance,
while we all embrace our artificially composed
friends
.
bit sad
#alcohol
#parties
Written by
Tim Buggy
Dublin
(Dublin)
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