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Apr 2023
I run amok
gin-struck
I make myself
a fool of myself
a myself of a fool
A stray
hunting for a light
an ashtray
or a fight
Looking for someone
to kiss goodbye
or looking just to end the night
Stalking the floor
head forward eyes mean
looking for more
for a bottle
and a break from being me
Written by
Cumulonimbus
132
   Exosphere
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