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Mar 2014
after the alcohol
rots our insides and
the morning sunrise
stings our eyes and
the fact that we didn't die
today, after all of that, there's still
smiles to see and
similies to say and
hope that the weather'll change and
the gusty wind won't blow our thoughts away.

well anyway.
there are lyrics mixed in this poem.
modelb0nes
Written by
modelb0nes  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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