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Oct 2018
Sip
I will get to the bottom of this and by that I do mean the bottle.
I will go until my bellies full of venom and like cement,
It will churn in my stomach all night.
My head is always spinning like a washing machine.
No one ever hits on you if your drinking straight whiskey.
Maia Vasconez
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Maia Vasconez  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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