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Oct 2017
The tea boils
As the food spoils
And my tears
Fall harder each day

I check the time
And again check the time
Because without you
I have lost my way

Mold in the sink
Dishes start to stink
The cats need to be fed
As we starve in the cold

My heart aches in the morning
And again when it's storming
You promised forever
Or atleast until we were old

But go ahead have your fun
While I sit with this gun
And test my luck
On a game of chance

One click two click
The sound makes me sick
As the devil smiles
With his haunting prance
Brandon Cotter
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Brandon Cotter  32/M/Sparks, NV
(32/M/Sparks, NV)   
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   Jackie Mead
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