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Sep 2016
Where's the mothballs?
I hate this place,
the empty ******
is a stinking disgrace
and Vincenzo should know
that he's too old to be doing this
all on his own.

But maybe he can
be the last one standing,
at the end of the night
I'm just a man
too drunk to know right
from wrong.
Justin S Wampler
Written by
Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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   Aazzy, mikecccc and Doug Potter
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