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Oct 2013
I’m scared I’ll be found in a decomposing state

not very social of late

the cat will be licking my bones clean

no-one will be aware, me, they haven’t seen

Think I need to go for a drink

before, into this mood, I sink

reconnect with the girls

dancing shoes need a swirl
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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