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Jan 2020
White frost
Ripping off my senses
Leaving chills behind
Trembling my legs
Warm beer in the counter
Your voice on the record
Strong smell of garlic and alcohol
A sincere disregard
Of a loafer
In the rapture of whisky
And in front headlong troops
Waiting to shed blood over the ice.
I really don't like the cold but makes me write words that somehow match, at least inside my brain, hope you guys can get the vibe of the work
Anna
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Anna  F/from the sun
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