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Sep 2010
Crashing sounds,
friends laughter.
We drown ourselves with *****.
Fooling around,
merry making.
Simply just to forget.
Beers gone dry,
friends lay drunk.
I sit alone, sober.
Thinking of her,
longing, searching.
My heart beats distantly.
Hopeless case,
vacant soul.
Something she stole.
(c) Montes1275 *2009
Maximilian Montes
Written by
Maximilian Montes
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   ---, Andy Cave and Vladimir Ruduke
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