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Mar 2020
You were wine drunk at the party
Laughing about nothing, probably.
I was wine drunk at the party
Improbably laughing about anything.
There’s a storm in the bottle that was once filled with wine.
There’s a storm of laughter coming from what was once mine.
And it’s fine.
‘Cause I’m wine drunk at the party and I’m feeling alright.

Step one.
Jake B Rydell
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Jake B Rydell  22/New York, NY
(22/New York, NY)   
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