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Last Evening

This is my last drink. Oh, I should not cross limits, should not stumble on uneven paths. Hold my hand, but I am not drunk, just the strides are long. I am going back, from where I started. Somebody is waiting, she is calling. Look, there is my paradise, there is a home. Oh, my last evening, Give me my last drink.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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