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A Referennce to a Confession that Was Vague
I’m starting to admit it
to the people
who will try to talk me out of it.
At least they get it.
Smokin’ and drinkin’:
the two things I do best –
persuaded my inhibitions;
had tight lips singin’.
A beautiful song;
the way it came out.
A communion of secrets,
right or wrong.
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