《liquor ☆ [pjm + myg]》十三

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hours go by,

and the sun waves goodbye,

and my work uniform is torn,

as i develop a sour tone,

when boys are thrown like dog bones,

by girls that wear gold,

and i ask if the customers are happy,

and try to act sweet,

so maybe one day,

privilege won't be something,

i need.

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