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Aug 2014
#56
I can taste alcohol in my ears and behind my eyes
left over from last night's
russian ***** crying potion,
a heavy feeling crushing my back but i'm full of devotion
for a man named Swift
and the futures we could live.

With or without.
Fah
Written by
Fah  Nomad
(Nomad)   
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