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Girl down the way Carrying large brown-bagged bottles of liquor, Nectar to the saddest poets who Consume, Consume, Consume, In order to consort with the sordid, dichotomous entities, Enticing visions of vicious enemies Crouching, kneeling, fighting, feeling, Fleeing at their visage- Does she get the message? One more night of drinking alone. Calls a far-off friend, Sad and ****** She asks with a tragic shake in her voice, “Where did I go wrong?” In a New York loft she Groans, Sighs, Fumbles over words That might not mean a thing. Emily finally declares, “You are more, So much more, So much undeniably more to this world Than the blood in your veins, Than the letters in your name, But the facts remain; Sometimes you are in love, But sometimes, You are never the same.
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 11:23 AM UTC
Oh, Erica
Girl down the way Carrying large brown-bagged bottles of liquor, Nectar to the saddest poets who Consume, Consume, Consume, In order to consort with the sordid, dichotomous entities, Enticing visions of vicious enemies Crouching, kneeling, fighting, feeling, Fleeing at their visage- Does she get the message? One more night of drinking alone. Calls a far-off friend, Sad and ****** She asks with a tragic shake in her voice, “Where did I go wrong?” In a New York loft she Groans, Sighs, Fumbles over words That might not mean a thing. Emily finally declares, “You are more, So much more, So much undeniably more to this world Than the blood in your veins, Than the letters in your name, But the facts remain; Sometimes you are in love, But sometimes, You are never the same.
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 11:23 AM UTC
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