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Sep 2016
The guests have gone. No one came to stay.
All the cigarettes have burned away.

Mother wishes she could drink some more.
The bourbon bottles have no more to pour.

Her anger turns to tenderness instead.
Her ***** kisses send us off to bed.
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ravendave
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   mira and GaryFairy
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