2002-12-17 - 3:16 a.m. - i hate bars
you can talk in circles all night. and you can drink until your veins become glass. and oh, baby there are shot glasses in your eyes, cinnamon beneath your finger nails, sugar between your teeth. sweetheart, you were made to taste like licorice. and if i ever say im sober, well you know that it's a goddam lie. and i can scream at you until i'm red in the face and you will never understand what its like to feel a moment against your skin.xoxo
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