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Feb 2014
Forgotten by your drunken seat
as stupid as a nation falls
and all that's left for us is the sky
and the night's stillness is all that's between us -
                                                   a drunken stupor
                                                   in our lonely shoes

And there were star-eyed demons smashed with our bottles, tonight
and there were bright-eyed memories of our bodies, tonight.
J
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