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now the drunk girls tease (my darker side) an old man (keeps resurfacing) looking for attention. (when i write.) sugarcoating (dark clouds) their voices (have moved in.) and flirting meanly (there may be no hope.) because there is no hope. |
Ha, I enjoyed the pub atmosphere this poem has. Good one.| Posted on 2016-10-21 00:00:00 | by Paradox | [ Reply to This ] | |