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would-be writer

Would-be writer

I hate living in a rented room
Meeting people in the hall
Waiting till the hall is empty
Hurry out sighing.
Walking for miles to find
An empty bar, where no one
Knows your secret that you are a drunk.
Paper and pen I wanted to write
A great novel.
Strong booze blurred words
Walking home
Hoping the hall would be empty.
Written by oskar
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