Poem: drunken postcard
hammered the other night on vodka beer chardonnay. heard someone say over the top of r.e.m’s green that I was still in love with her and blahblahblah…you-know-what-I-mean… fucked off real bad when they talk when I’m pissed. most of all I think, (when I overhear shit like that) about the shit I’ve missed??!?!
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