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Aug 2014
It was late in the morning
when I got up, bleary eyed staggering
there were wine bottles empty everywhere
boy that was a night to remember, I swear

I looked around and could not find my love
my battle harden sweet rose of fury
I screamed, where is she
waking my kin and company

Seeing the look in their guilty eyes
I knew she had gone on a mission
there was a letter on the mantlepiece
but with eyes of black cold storms
I walked out on my own cursing their eyes

I knew she wanted to impress
but to do this whist in battle rest
if I had not been so ****** drunk
I would of dusted down the mantlepiece

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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