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Nov 2018
Under my wings,
you could fly so high
but high is never high enough
when days become
for counting
and
the weekends a necessity

So confident that I bring you to refuge
from the cold, harsh and boredom
when the warm fumes will intoxicate you
into a better reality
for your life means nothing
without me
.
Drugs
Finley in Despair
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Finley in Despair
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