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Aug 2014
Rich smells of ash seep into mahogany
Spilled beer and sweat and tears,
Trembling hands rock grains and knots,
Anguish hammered in fist by fist,
Screams inlay throug varnish thick,
Smoke won't consume non-existent lungs,
Sadly.
Whiskey wont corrode a non-existent liver,
Sadly.
Non-existent hearts won't fail from grief known, sadly.

Fire may free you
ponny jo
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ponny jo
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