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Mar 2018
Walking in a hallway towards the darkness,
shoulder bumping everyone,
I'm set to score.
Discoball over my head.
Meaningless rythm got me
rocking back and forth on these checkered floors.

Draining my energy,
feet are sore
but open doors like a metaphor for the furthermore.
Alcohol made my ego ignore,
I'm trying to escape the belly of the beast
crawling on all four.

I am this close
to disclose
the secret that life store,
but I impose
to enclose,
you've never seen me like this before.

So I compose
these fake flows
to you my amor,
Like a hypnos
you expose,
"love" galore.
Written by
amme  33/M/Sweden
(33/M/Sweden)   
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