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Liquor And VelvetThere was no I.D.needed to be checked She was murdered Left propped up againest a tree in a Midwest woods She was wearing red velvet Sprawled out like an embellishment on top of the crusty snow beneath her She was hunted and chased with the bad breath of winter chilling on the empty liquor bottles left along the brown leafy trail Where white tail deer pause........... Shyly bend down to smell her, and dodge the bullets that she could not escape.
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