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Sep 2023
Feels like a Friday in between the sheets
catch a thrill with a dose of sleeping pills;
I took too much that it was all a dream
And I'd be so annoyed if you ever called me boo,
I'd ghost you in a second, and haunt you with despair,
to feel wet and thirsty as a bottle of water by the side of your bed
As I play unique to love, but true love isΒ quite rare!
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Ackerrman
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