Drunk
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Thoughts swim, images appear.
Close your eyes and everything comes near.
Guitar and drums act like a placebo
For the awesome rhythm of fucking a nympho in a gazebo.

Whatcha say? I’m stretching the rhyme?
That’s what you gotta do when your mind’s muter than a mime.





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