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What About Tomorrow
My days ago
are piled
with excess.
My days ahead,
clouded
with letting
go.
This day today,
empty
as the bottle
laying next
to me.
And there's
no way
to grow
young again
are piled
with excess.
My days ahead,
clouded
with letting
go.
This day today,
empty
as the bottle
laying next
to me.
And there's
no way
to grow
young again
Published 9th Sep 2018
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9th Sep 2018 7:17pm
i find
depth in this expression
the stories it speaks without mentioning them
this is gem.
loved this ABP.
depth in this expression
the stories it speaks without mentioning them
this is gem.
loved this ABP.
9th Sep 2018 7:37pm
9th Sep 2018 8:06pm
