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Jan 2011
The bitter taste of alcohol,
 You dismiss me,
And I want to rage,
You make me want to scream,
The brush of warm finger tips in the morning,
And the reek of cigarites,
A hollow good bye,
And a misplaced hello,
Till the night roams again,
We linger over deeds past,
Written by
Jerika Cori
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