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I have avoided worse things from the dodgiest of sources Candy-Cane ******* black-eyed beer bottles, a blunt to the face, and every boy on second street, You see, you cannot split me down the middle I have been glued back at my creases Not mended by abstaining from Gin & Rummy But considering the freedom these indulgences might bring to me What if **** and other natural sedatives were saints The candy-cane ******* was a holiday ordeal What if the black-eyed beer bottles lacked purposes And my sips could simultaneously save them and make me forget everything.
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
Synthetic Apology Part 1
I have avoided worse things from the dodgiest of sources Candy-Cane ******* black-eyed beer bottles, a blunt to the face, and every boy on second street, You see, you cannot split me down the middle I have been glued back at my creases Not mended by abstaining from Gin & Rummy But considering the freedom these indulgences might bring to me What if **** and other natural sedatives were saints The candy-cane ******* was a holiday ordeal What if the black-eyed beer bottles lacked purposes And my sips could simultaneously save them and make me forget everything.
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Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
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