Drunk is a street my grandparens lived on by Andrew

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Jun 2016

Drunk is a street my grandparens lived on

I step over black holes of
Books when the time has come
To brush my teeth bats
Go back in their cave sud
Denlly I will listen to chopin
Slowly flying ants.

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Andrew

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