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Aug 2019
Sometimes I want to confess
How much I depend on a substance
To write something fresh and new
Something built on drunken faith and chance
Build my sonnet to rhyme
In my drunken stupor
My words founded on the dime
And the meaning without who, for
An unsung meaning to her
Him be bewildered
And world be condescending
What the two want together
Be condescending
As if I can describe
The feeling I burn to identify as mine
Cody Reggio-Brown
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Cody Reggio-Brown  23/M
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