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Oct 2010
brown liquor sorrow drips over your lips
draining into the black telephone receiver
while white vapours rise up like a fever
drifting over the endless oceans in your eyes
you get such stormy news over distant lines
though i crave your *** soaked laughter
you always seem to shatter

black waves of sick emotion

cascading off into the ocean
Written by
kelly pye
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