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spiral

make me warm make me feel at home shelter from the storm no direction where i roam i cant see past the fog but i can see the days rush past so i drown in this sea of grog and hope this euphoria will last misery and angst crawls up my spine it teases my whole and fills my soul no word i put on paper in rhyme can ever fill this voided hole empty years spent on empty hearts wasted time alone in the dark side bury my mind in puzzles and arts because it's my reflection that i cannot hide im worn and torn, aged beyond my days and yet still i push my rock up hill is there hope for the men trapped in haze or will i die before i get my fill i linger on in this mortal fold here i lay and writhe with a silver tongue and eighteen years, italic yet not bold i will forever be the one never young
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alex-goodrich
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Written by
alex-goodrich
American
Published
Sep 3, 2013
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whiskey dreams and young nightmares

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