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Mar 2010
I once was a drunkard of love,
Now I am hung over and angry off the feeling.
Dry mouthed,
Head throbbing from every sound.
No more will I drink from the poisoned cup,
Taste the once sweet now bitter nectar.
The passion for the want of love I had,
I have spilled every drop on the floor.
Written by
Alex Caldwell
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