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My Loving Bottle.

You Are My Only Hope.

I was dismissed from my duties
I still do not know why
Is it because of my age?
Is 50 old?
Doesn’t life begin at 40?

Look at my twelfth rib treating me like trash.
My value as a man has been aborted.
She is now king
and I worship her like a god.