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Dec 2014
I had my first sip of liquor in the womb
now they tell me I drink too soon.

coffee for breakfast, ***** at noon
I drown out my pain, swim to my tomb.

genie in a bottle
reality I swallow.

Afterall, Jesus turned water into wine
so have mercy on my sorrow, lecture me some other time.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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