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Apr 2020
I take a jaunt into the unknown
Every moment

I find it difficult not to experience love
And I licked death on the cheek
I never seen color away from its form
And they still tell me by fires
Keep them hot and it will keep you warm
Without keeping score

You feel terrified of a place you call inside
And you seem to think the dark has something to hide

You dreamed up reasons and ghosts
Points that don’t exist
Keeping a tick tock score dragging that heavy list

Blow it up my friend
You’ll never stop waiting for an end
It comes every moment
Or maybe it goes
I can’t remember
Tommy Scoggins
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Tommy Scoggins  30/M/New York
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