Aug 2022
Thirty days tomorrow,
a slightly disheveled gait.
And the debt to be paid
In waking to the painful knowing
That noone wants closure.
It's waking every day.
Waking sober.
a slightly disheveled gait.
And the debt to be paid
In waking to the painful knowing
That noone wants closure.
It's waking every day.
Waking sober.
(30/M/America)
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