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Sep 2020
Another wasted thought in my convoluted  head.
Another pillow to cry in, on my fold out bed.
Another reason to miss
The sweet solace,
Of your touch,
I miss it much.
Another day wishing I was enough.
Just a snazzy little zinger I wrote when drunk.
Tonya Cusick
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Tonya Cusick  23/F/Joplin, mo
(23/F/Joplin, mo)   
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