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I feel as though
My friend is lost
Amoungst the land of sinners.
Where'd she go?
No on knows.
The floor it floods with litter.
Cans and bottles,
Clear hard liquid,
It sometimes is a killer.
And I know
She pulled away,
Her old friends have been filter.
But I'll be there,
With all my tears,
On cold hard grounds of winter.

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