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I am standing on street corners And huddled in the shelter Every other Fourth night When the weather Just, the frigid weather Turns my bones to ice He won’t drink with me like this He can’t think beyond his brains, his fists

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feeelreel

28 / F

Published: Oct 6, 2022
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