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Oct 2011
liquid night,
drowning me in all my foolish regrets,
taking the very words out of my mouth,
you see, but turn your head.
im taken under by the lack of interest invested in this case,
and over come by the pain across your face.
and louder,
and louder,
this liquid night begins to call;
aware of the silent climb,
unaware of the fall.
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