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Sep 2021
I wouldn't say I miss her,
But maybe I do,
Where did it all go?
I can't forget, but I don't remember what,
I've been lying on a bed of coals,
My mind is a revolving door,
The floor is shaking,
The room is closing in,
Darkness overwhelmed me,
Evil is real,
It tastes like the last drop of whiskey.
- JP DeVille
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