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I looked for you.. at the bottom of every empty bottle. I lined them up and waited for you to reappear and swallow. I knew you had a secret stash a different bar I didn't know. But still I sat here wishing, thinking, maybe you'd come home.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
Cheers to Wishful Thinking