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Feb 2020
My mind is racing,
My heart is rushed.
My thoughts are pacing,
And my face’s flushed.

How can I take back
The last thing said?
It’s courage I lack,
So now my mind’s in red.

A night of nights
This might just be.
Lefts from rights?
My mind’s jumbled tree.

Forgetting even the most simple of things,
Let’s see what other stupidity this brings!
How can I dream after that?! That kind of mood in a conversation puts bells in any dude’s mind, attracted or not (I fell towards the latter). Christ, I’m not gonna sleep soundly tonight...
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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