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Jun 2020
The world will turn,
My head it spins,
My stomach churns
I’ll never win.

One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Living on time I borrow
Not enough to enjoy.

Here today gone tomorrow,
Never two birds,
Just the one of sorrow
Swallow my words.

The world still turns,
The magpies still sing,
The one of sorrow
Is under my skin.
Written by
Blossom  19/F/UK
(19/F/UK)   
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