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Nov 2014
I chug *** by the wide open window,
I chase the sting with the snapping, cold air,
Into the leftover winter, early March night,
I stare,
Then I draw the shade,
I am ashamed,
But what will I do?
I chug more ***…
And sweat.
Johnny C
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Johnny C  On Mars With Dracula, USA
(On Mars With Dracula, USA)   
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