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Usher, an acquaintance of mine, Replied to stuff via, " I guess I'm fine" Though one midnight feisty than wine, Made him utter till morning past 9. Went he back and forth with his senses on a twirl, How could I not have speculated the trauma was some "girl" Sprung he back in chair murmuring a name unclear, the steel-rimmed glass was somehow filled with no water but tear. Offered him champagne to comfort him as he rot, the low-pitched voice made a denial, " I get ecstatic on my thoughts" Said out loud preventing the cry, " I guess I'm fine......was certainly a lie, ergo I weep for her with some other guy, and all I'm left with is a piercing goodbye" Love, my friend is a friendly ghost but why at most, afraid of its host? The host at most is a tormenting bell, reverberating the swell of pretentious hell! The 9th hour came to an end with Usher falling asleep, and while I reckoned his intensity so deep, the text on his phone still said "CREEP" Sadly Usher, an acquaintance of mine, This morning, spoke his last line.....
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
Usher, an acquaintance of mine
Usher, an acquaintance of mine, Replied to stuff via, " I guess I'm fine" Though one midnight feisty than wine, Made him utter till morning past 9. Went he back and forth with his senses on a twirl, How could I not have speculated the trauma was some "girl" Sprung he back in chair murmuring a name unclear, the steel-rimmed glass was somehow filled with no water but tear. Offered him champagne to comfort him as he rot, the low-pitched voice made a denial, " I get ecstatic on my thoughts" Said out loud preventing the cry, " I guess I'm fine......was certainly a lie, ergo I weep for her with some other guy, and all I'm left with is a piercing goodbye" Love, my friend is a friendly ghost but why at most, afraid of its host? The host at most is a tormenting bell, reverberating the swell of pretentious hell! The 9th hour came to an end with Usher falling asleep, and while I reckoned his intensity so deep, the text on his phone still said "CREEP" Sadly Usher, an acquaintance of mine, This morning, spoke his last line.....
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
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