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Members of a drunk girl

You’re sickening, kisses like  cyanide

I hide, from a world guesstimating

A potentional of none

The different is done

Procrastination is fun

Imagination is hung

Ticky tack in our lack, it’s to late to go back

Steadily we stand, no need to navigate

I won’t hesitate

The mundane has won

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  1. To think I was going to message you and bug you to post some poetry. I’m so happy I stumbled on to this. You’ve been dishing out nothing but fire wordplay as of late 🙂 awesome write, my friend.

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