7.5.14

Knuckles bloodied
A tree again
Another argument
For what?
I can't recall.
I was drunk 
Sober she. 
In a strange town
Feeling strange.
My mouth still tastes
Like whiskey. 
Three more cups of coffee
And maybe I'll wake up.
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