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Mar 2013
Haven't shaved in five days
my breath still smells like the beer from last night
many times I've been in this place

the *** wasn't anything mind blowing
the closeness was
I remember being there with you

so here now I sit
lighting a smoke
wearing sunglasses indoors
not because of the hangover

my eyes show it
the vulnerable
little boy

so I chose to sit here
hiding that place from you
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