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Nov 2014
Chewed another ****** to forget you.
Chased it with a shot of Jack just to
dull the gnawing in my gut a little.
I fell into a deep slumber.

Then there you were in my dreams.
So predictable.

Tomorrow night I will take two.
Chase them with two more shots.

There has to be something to **** this
counterfeit perfect memory of you.
Virginia Whiddon
Written by
Virginia Whiddon  Augusta, GA
(Augusta, GA)   
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