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Feb 2016
January 26, 2016 9:58am*

She had bones of coil
bending and twisting through lies
drinking to forget each night.
This sure isn't the first time
always *** into a rut.
She's got eyes like the bottle,
empty, but filled with sorrow.
Her head is heavy, chest is hollow
since liquor never helps tomorrow.

-newportsmooths h.g.
hope garthwait
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hope garthwait  tulsa
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