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Numb
Green eyes, shaggy hair
Split up lips that gasp for air
Twenty beers and a lawn chair
Mother left, brother died
Doesn't know where he'll sleep tonight
Twenty beers on ice
The sharp whistle of a train
Brings to mind his bro again
His little bro, his best friend
At night he's gone
No sign till dawn
Just Twenty empty bottles on the lawn
By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
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