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The Holler, Cacophony: Pissing in the Dark

She said, "Hello. You look like shit." I said, "To what do I owe this. . . this compliment?" A double whiskey on the house I said, "Fine with me, I always take the first one free." "But you've been here all night," she said, "In fact every single night this week." Hope stands monstrous in the door Can't tell if it's as it is or if it's my eyes swimming Memory's a funny thing, because from what I remember I never was a drunk Just everyone on dad and grandpa's side Cruising all the way up the line Now, reflection's come to cast proper shadow 'cross my heart in clouded mirrors with lights off I outsmart the faint voice No hands, pissing in the dark
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ZeroNine
27 / Non-binary
Published
Sep 29, 2017
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19·126
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halp mi

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#holler#cacophony#psychobilly#rockabilly#hillbilly#rock#pissing#dark#drunk#bar
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