tis’ been a while since I wrote to you,
a deep sensation of red,
deep down in my bed,
the bed of my heart,
the place I want to call my most hearted.
but yet. Tis’ been a while,
since I thought of your fragile,
innocent and weak heart.
The place I wish to part…
Was there,
Over where?
In’t pub.
Oh my friend,
tis’ been a while…
( this makes no sense, but be patient. I’m an alcoholic binger and was drug addict. starting my recovery, It’s day one. And I relapsed, in’t pub. This a fight of my conscience, and my hunger for’t pub.)
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