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Nov 2010
You claim
He's not around
Anymore.
I'm onto him,
Sitting there behind you.
Cracks open a beer,
Smiling,
Chuckles as
He sets it beside you.
You drink.
"What?"
How can you
Not see?
You lost.
****,
Old, alcoholic
Fool.
Written by
Jordan Kit
522
   Herman Nucleosis
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