Wreckage

Time and I’m stuck, struck dumb, plumb unlucky, but there’s always the chime to remind me of time, the clock, ( bodily speaking) is wreaking havoc on this weakling, seeking solace in the bottle until last orders are called…

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Intentionally in

Could’ve got spaced out on ‘spice’, out of my face though ain’t nice and so I read a magazine full of articles about the fashion scene, could’ve got spaced out instead…

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Joins

This is not about me but it should be because who else could see the reconnect. I am traveling light. ‘Come to bed eyes’ heavy with sleep. Here you can’t find me and it’s no never mind because he is a lost cause. Crisis? stick your head in the sand and it all goes away…

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