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One word and concisely miserable.
The.
Sun.
Has.
Burnt.
My.
Hangover.
Into.
My.
Soul
I'm.
Gasping.
For.
Air.
With.
Leather.
Backed.
Lungs.
And.
Baby.
Maybe.
You.
Got.
Me.
All.
Wrong.
As.
I.
Lurch.
Forward.
Or.
Lay.
Down.
And.
Fade.
Into.
The.
Bleeding.
Days.
Where.
Yesterday.
Became.
Today.
In.
The.
Sunset.
With.
Nausea.
Sun.
Has.
Burnt.
My.
Hangover.
Into.
My.
Soul
I'm.
Gasping.
For.
Air.
With.
Leather.
Backed.
Lungs.
And.
Baby.
Maybe.
You.
Got.
Me.
All.
Wrong.
As.
I.
Lurch.
Forward.
Or.
Lay.
Down.
And.
Fade.
Into.
The.
Bleeding.
Days.
Where.
Yesterday.
Became.
Today.
In.
The.
Sunset.
With.
Nausea.
Published 19th Jan 2025
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