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Jan 2013
Let's get drunk on cough medicine under the shattered stars
of our scattered hopes and dreams in the midnight sky,
get high on sugar like little children; out of control
and  straight  into  absolute  madness,
pop some sleeping pills and sleep
like there's no tomorrow
because when tomorrow comes it'll be all gone to waste and we'll be left with nothing but regrets and a whole lot of pain
It sounds a little childish but that's the point of it.
A kid who's almost a teenager would probably do that.
Wedyan AlMadani
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Wedyan AlMadani  The desert
(The desert)   
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