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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2015 Oct 13 Comment on this Work [[2015.10.13.05.40.3155]] |
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Hell, woman, I'm gonna need you one day. Give me a drink, Baby child of sweetness and half-sincerity, you ain't been gettin' anything, honey whore of Babylon. I've come to laughing at the most horrible misfortune. I've learned to bring compromise to your door. It pleases me to see it die, and it pains me to see it gasp in silence. My heart is shaking and my mind is breaking, Do you understand what it is that you have lost? Son of a bitch, give me a drink. |