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Jan 2020
Charlie got clipped by his missus
again
over another broken time
through the jibes and the spite and the humbling blows
he tried to explain baby I'm
tired Maggie I'm tired
and the drinking makes me feel like the man
who promised you the moon and the stars
before I became who I am
Oh Maggie you don't understand
The promises made in passion, rarely have more substance than the moment, however those that are meant can become the very thing that destroys those who make them.
Written by
Trev Fisher  55/M/Bangkok
(55/M/Bangkok)   
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