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I’m smacking my lips Between quick Sips of my black beer While an angel sits up in a Barstool and makes love to The microphone, And Although I’m enjoying Her beautiful voice I want to cry And smoke a cigarette And I almost want to Hold her and tell her it’s ok Instead I order another stout And smell it for no apparent reason *…I wonder If this poison Will ever kill me?*

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bilal-kaci

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bilal-kaci

Canadian

Published: Nov 22, 2013
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