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The roof the fiddler played on
Poems
Feb 2021
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There is faith in my blood
Cold hate that won't wait to
raise hell with my love
and I won't try to change your mind
I'll just wait for my fate
while you cry
I'll be fine for one more day
and I won't pray
I wont beg, for this life
This wine will be my mind
never solid, nor sober
a mess all the time
I won't pay to see this movie till the end
I wanted out, I chose sin
hoping a change in me would begin
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The roof the fiddler played on
28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)
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