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3.04.2010

ends bends & things that whiskey mends.

i watched a man walk down the road
and he was talking like he was rehearsing
a final goodbye.

i got my things, drank your whiskey
& left the necklace you gave me and drove away.

no plans of answering your call
or your whys,

didn't you know from the start
i was never good at goodbyes?



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