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I wish to be drunk If only to taste the lips of an empty bottle [there is no form here] Laughing distantly from the other room Quiet inner-sobbing [there's no one left] Not sure if you believe it, not sure if I do. [just move on, it's so much easier] Slogging through mud I've clearly lost my shoes Bare skin settles deep [what's left in this for you, for me] Silence is consent And I am ne'er hell-bent Fashion-forward Shoehorned selections Kindling nethers to get attention I am the sincerest form of flattery [breaking tradition now//self-created] Giving myself too much credit Failing for son of the year Searching... Searching... Searching... [File not found.]
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
(Re)compense none the richer
I wish to be drunk If only to taste the lips of an empty bottle [there is no form here] Laughing distantly from the other room Quiet inner-sobbing [there's no one left] Not sure if you believe it, not sure if I do. [just move on, it's so much easier] Slogging through mud I've clearly lost my shoes Bare skin settles deep [what's left in this for you, for me] Silence is consent And I am ne'er hell-bent Fashion-forward Shoehorned selections Kindling nethers to get attention I am the sincerest form of flattery [breaking tradition now//self-created] Giving myself too much credit Failing for son of the year Searching... Searching... Searching... [File not found.]
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
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