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Oct 2018
the morning holds my truth,
stay married to the afternoon,
panic when the sun disappears,
shadows vitalize my fears.
i'll drink on my own when nobody hears me,
slow dance alone under my own tyranny,
the sun breaks my headache,
only then, i see clarity.
Written by
charles  29/M
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     Luke and Manuel Hutchinson
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