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Oct 2021
give me a little to drink,

but maybe you aren't,

what morning is bringing to me,

but I'm okay, gladly playing a fool,

when i can drink a whole sea.

i don't know where I'm looking,

but the blurry life that i lead,

i just hope that it's clear,

when you get around to me.
Written by
charles  29/M
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