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Apr 2020
In my pocket, 5 sad dollars.
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.
A day is spent
For monthly rent
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.

Ashes in my clothes,
Wake, shower, smoke.
5 sad dollars in my pocket,
Window open,
Window closed,
I turn, I turn, I turn to sleep.
Noah Ducane
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Noah Ducane  20/M/Washington state
(20/M/Washington state)   
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