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Jan 2014
I sat
The only sound was the water
Lapping at me
Wave upon wave
Higher each time
Cold yet comforting
Time to go
A last supper of Jack Daniels
Then bounding through the water
You came
Stuck your slobbering tongue in my face
Snapped me out of it
A walk home
Wet
Alive
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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