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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Actual poem

Red wine
Chocolate liquor
Collapsing into your lap
Pretending I wasn't tipsy
Looking into your eyes
And knowing
I will always fall for you
I will always fall for lies.

Merry Christmas.
My silent phone
Reminds me
Of how wrong last night was.

I'm tired of the web.
Merry Christmas Spider.

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