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Dec 2015
It's Thursday
If it were Wednesday
It would be the same
again, you are not here
So,
     I think to call someone else
and have regrettable ***
and forget you for a night
but I don't
I'm tired of it
I'll be alone
So,
I think I'll sit by myself
drink
    and talk to the gods
they don't exist
but they are nearer than you
Jillian Jesser
Written by
Jillian Jesser  Riverside, CA
(Riverside, CA)   
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