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Jul 2020
how cliché

a drunk getting into bar fights
at 3am
(he cant punch what’s
really bothering him)
in the well-lit street full
of people trying to find comfort
underneath the moonlight’s weeping tears.
Written by
phoebe  21/F/TX
(21/F/TX)   
94
   Cloudydaze
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