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Nov 2020
my friends on a horizon,

while i fly below,

to pull cold air in my lungs.

lost in thought and constant sorrow.

i'm here and there,

sober and wasted and wanting.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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   Pietra Stone
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