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Jul 2016
The wicked wind freezes my bones.
I think it’s Christmas.
I think I remember what that was like.
Back when I had more than a glass
And a bottle to share it with.
I think I remember what it was like
Before I realized that I didn’t have to waste my time
Spending it with blood.
Instead of spending it with those that I loved.
Speaking Sorrow
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Speaking Sorrow  23/North Carolina
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