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Feb 2014
She shows it
Claims to know it
Swears before it
truth says otherwise
She doesn't know how to die
She's lost all hope
She can't cope
She drowns her sorrows with drink
Tells me she loves I'm her kink
I should know better.
For my love who can't seem to think without a drink.
Green
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