In the mountains playing poker with some friends
Tired drinking all day.have not drank since
Prague friends wedding... The hills are quiet..
Just like me... Not sure if our shared silence is
Is an undalturated coincidence or a tainted
Path of fate... I drink as my memories are
Are soaked with each sip... Good night home
Whereever you may be.m I can't type on my
Friends blackberry worth a dime.m.
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