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wishful thinking keeps me drinking the cherry wine that costs less than the wallet i now keep in my front pocket ever since it was stolen, fool me once. i palm my eyes and rub my craning neck. sore from keeping watch. blessed to be cursed i feel at times as its so hard to write with no perspective. and if i keep these words in they might **** me some day. what an honor to be king for a night. all ive ever yearned, to see his sword pierce my belly at rest, at peace.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
the things i find imminent
wishful thinking keeps me drinking the cherry wine that costs less than the wallet i now keep in my front pocket ever since it was stolen, fool me once. i palm my eyes and rub my craning neck. sore from keeping watch. blessed to be cursed i feel at times as its so hard to write with no perspective. and if i keep these words in they might **** me some day. what an honor to be king for a night. all ive ever yearned, to see his sword pierce my belly at rest, at peace.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
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