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Your memories are a poem Presented to me at the end of the bar. Alone & fleeting; an escape from reality. Wanting to take part in the meeting Of strangers; A variety of faces exchanging ****** temptation disguised as liquid courage. Chased by the thought of not being alone Your memories are a poem Refilled soon as it's emptied. Wished away, Wanting to be pursued In exchange for monetary currency. Bad ideas that roam the ideology of good, You fill me, I feel you. I stand & I stumble around the thought of you. You start to leave me soon as I start to feel you
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Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 4:36 AM UTC
Bartender!? Can I Get a Refill!?
Your memories are a poem Presented to me at the end of the bar. Alone & fleeting; an escape from reality. Wanting to take part in the meeting Of strangers; A variety of faces exchanging ****** temptation disguised as liquid courage. Chased by the thought of not being alone Your memories are a poem Refilled soon as it's emptied. Wished away, Wanting to be pursued In exchange for monetary currency. Bad ideas that roam the ideology of good, You fill me, I feel you. I stand & I stumble around the thought of you. You start to leave me soon as I start to feel you
kewayne-wadley
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Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 4:36 AM UTC
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