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Feb 2019
I'm trying to balance a bottle on my head
As I lay in bed with my stolen red
At first it's easy, it stays there peacefully
Resting in comfort above my brow
But now it's beginning to slip
The liquid shakes and falls on my face
RJP
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RJP  19/M/Wales
(19/M/Wales)   
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