Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Dear Booze.

Take my liver, rot my teeth, bring me to an early grave
but leave to me the only thing that could make me saved
Leave my voice, my words, my heart, 
Let me sing, and write my part.
take my body and all that's left,
But leave me with my final breath.

~Skot/Scott
3/16/2011

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