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If I slip my hands down her pants, will we slip into a new romance? At the liquor store, I come back for two more. Three times. Twenty lines. Secret drinkers lead secret lives; killing time. I was the one who came down from the mountain, after hours. You were pushing Henry outside. He wanted to take walks. You wanted to make strides. I caught you drinking forties when you lit up in police lights. That heavy shower. I was making soup of insides. He wanted two more lines. Double lives. I guess you tried. Catching colors, secret thinkers think undercover. I guess you lied, and your brother. Secret drinker in secret life. Catching colors. Two times: a pisser or kisser. A case dismisser in separate filters. Secret lives: two bloodshot eyes. Kiss her, convince her to stay the night; stay on my side. Two secrets. Secret drinkers in secret life on daddy's side thinks half the time. A stand-up guy of Appalachian highs in mother’s eyes could do no wrong, could never die. I could never die.

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from Wussy Pillow b​/​w Secret Drinker, released May 14, 2015

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