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Apr 2017
There's heavy wine and laughter
and these late nights lead themselves
in a dull roar.

and we're all so many drugs
and the city's on fire
there's no driver at the wheel.

and if it was all that I had left
I'd gladly be done with all the rest.
Anthem
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