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tequila before noon
I can taste it against my lips
Slinding down like a weight
Bringing me to what I know
A place of darkness and hate
Not nice, but familiar
Not light, but home
I know the path well
To my heart's catacomb
I can taste it against my lips
Slinding down like a weight
Bringing me to what I know
A place of darkness and hate
Not nice, but familiar
Not light, but home
I know the path well
To my heart's catacomb
I love this and you should
I love this and you should finish it sometime. :)
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.