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I sit on the floor
And I look at the door
My glass is still empty
As I drink like a whore
Two bottles I dried
Three more to go
And the glass is still empty
And I look at the door
The door opens now
Is it she?
Just the dog...
I shout at him, kick him
And sit on the floor
Third bottle goes down
And the glass is still dry
I'm crying and weeping
As I look at the door
An hour goes by
The fourth one I drink
And she doesn't come
While I look at the door
I take the last one
The bottle of kings
I pour it down
To the glass
And it winks!
It said to me "drink me"
I stare and then drink.
After a moment
Sixth bottle I find
Under the sofa
In the stockpile of mine
I drink the eight bottle
The seventh
The fifth?
What does it matter?
I'm swimming in filth
I drink some more Shit
My sorrow I drown
Until I choke up on the beer in my mouth
In my throat
In my lung
My chest is burning
I'm dying! Oh god!
But all I can do
Is stare at the door
And drink like a whore
Hoping she'll come
But there's only a dog |
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החבר של שלי
והגלויות של
שלי, הם קרובי
משפחה? |
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המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.