With drunken eyes tired by gaze
I use this hue till I lose my faze
A strong hand and a soft spot
It sustains
But a person's need ..?
Alas..
it remains
But no matter, no matter
Isn't it obvious again..
I am writing these notes
As my sense betray...
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Author:
arial (
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