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York road
Red light wakes me in the morning hours
your side is empty as I call out your name
Broken glass around me on the floor
all my nights and all my days wasted away, his sweet escape
fading further and further away from myself and the house on York road.
JC
Saturday 9th March 2019 2:24 am
Why I am a barfly
Immediately after I
Fetched my salary
From a Bank
When I get drunk
Getting into a bar,
From my home not far,
No longer subject
To my inhibition
I become bold
To make an
Open breast of my love
To my inaccessible dove,
For on such state
I become easily capable
My financial challenges
And physical appearance
Anxieties to dissolve.
I crunch her number
Getting no answer
"U R Z best...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 1:11 pm
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