I swim the lake for I have lost my shoes,
I'm
Today I'm not grieving,
I'm not even sad,
A memory bestowed in
The ones who bit the pill,
To fall asleep again,
The vodka
Puppy sweet he licks my feet,
He keeps my hair oiled
(I did search alone in the dark for the key)
(For
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