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Sep 2014
Oh, how you moan!
Then pour another glass,
light another one
and check your phone.

Look at those wet eyes!
Red with a bash of regret,
consuming air
and at last you realize;

tears are elusive
but scars are not
Emmatell
Written by
Emmatell  Copenhagen
(Copenhagen)   
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   Frederik B
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