Belonging to a mess in distress,
I call my other side.
He makes more sense when he's bleeding,
He tells his lesser mind.
Makeup, I see why you made up, forget
your last try.
Doubtful, I forget why i sit here,
I forget why i miss her, a field for a scholar,
I type to forget i have another life.
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Author:
darren mcgavin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Messy is beautiful 😊
yes yes
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