February 21, 2012
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Growing older than our skin will stretch

and waiting for the snow.

Beating up the man inside

and sinking ‘till it shows.

Wander to the north one day

and hope the lust for new won’t grow.

Hoping god will love us both someday

but the bottle always flows.

So we sit and watch the winter come,

something brothers only know.

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