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Between blurred shots of tequila During bright sunny afternoons, That's when you see the truth of it: The devil rises to the surface, The bitter falls on the floor, & the whimsical run amok. & I stand, tipped sideways, Watching my world burn.

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Ansleigh_rose

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Published

Mar 23, 2018

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Tags: #life #chaos #burn #survive #amok #be

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