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Sep 2019
These lights are stirring up crawling caffeine in my brain
Trying to interpret a stain in sans serif
Wear it, proudly, hot coffee and that **** humidity
Making you sweat in your white shirt, soaked
To many cigarettes smoked, gone broke for a pack of twenty
Skunk me, out in an apartment full of cats
Sipping sweet tea and slamming sour patch kids
To many lids popped off, the paint all dried up
Cry up your lamentations, then take them and **** it up
Life don't give a **** about feelings
Patrick Kennon
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Patrick Kennon  33/M/x
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