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Jun 2018
Ignorance in my hand, hold it too  close in my brain.
Closure in the night time streets walking a mile. Come sun or rain.
Jumping from club to club, losing a piece of myself in every building,
This drink is finally going down my system with no fight back after too many drinks. Feeling like being a little silly, with this naughty feeling.

The lights in the party are always so bright yet my soul went black.
Taking all the shots they reload in each glass. Drinking like this for all the things we lack.
All the pretty faces in here, it's a shame they won't be like this come early morning.
There be a man by the corner getting at all the girls. O'no there be his wife calling.

If my life ends up like the other vomiting his entire life into the drain,
Let me run out of here like I'm going insane.

Too late, already there from the moment I walked through those party doors,
On the hunt for the next prey to feed a man's endless hunger. Often liking to have your girls coming in fours.
The pretty ones are probably the most broken inside,
But who really cares when you just thinking about giving her next ride.


Lord save us all. Have mercy for the lost.
Credits wasted in a couple of swipes,  still spending it all tonight, tomorrow we'll all pay the cost.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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