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Oct 4
you will hear me when you play the smiths,
taste me when you throw back Jim Beam
you will feel me when you swim in the river,
see me when you close your eyes to sleep  

you will drink until you can’t stand,
aching for my love
and then you will remember what you did
left the baby layin in blood
Nicolette
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