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Nov 2013
I am and will always be

Dead in love with a smoking gun,

A man too smart to save himself

From a showdown with his mind.
Shots of whiskey

Fire him into a 

Spinning scuffle

That leaves no damage

But to his heart,

Unable to beat for anything

Other than his own thoughts.
Maia
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