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Jul 2016
feed the beast and straighten the sheets.
feel the beat and wipe the blood with your sleeve.
time drips while you're taking slow sips.
you've got me comfortably sick. no buts, ands or ifs.

my life is flashing on the far wall.
i see all the times i'd get up after i'd fall.
you're still there, but you don't say anything.
i get scared, because i don't know anything.
John
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John  28/M/New York
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