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Drunk, On Speaking

​Drunk, on Speaking (To speak or to not) I can cry  Or I can numb  To end all these breaking bones  And revive the long dead spirit Or I can joke and flirt and sail sweet words Down the smoking river of never ending  Sweet guards, rest now, I cup your chin and kiss your cheeks Take a sweet rest as I say what I must  I am I will  I am not (Found in my notes app after a night out)

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