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i awake with a headache ......a park bench in the shadow of the city . Those strait whiskey nights made the concrete feel like home.Back before we knew real pain ,when we knew nothing of war , wh...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jul 2007 11:50:00 GMT |
bottles speak louder than words............. |
When i met you at the station you were fresh out of rehab,all out of ideas.You were seeking solice , a pillow and a couch . Instead we found a bottle and a veiw of the city. We talked of our mistakes ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 20:48:00 GMT |
