Poetry Blade.
Im using the alcohol to evade
my eyes are not the solution
the situation hurt as a blade
i wont proceed to the execution
but is a thing i must be afraid
Of the things that can betray
now there’s a tought that invade
im laid that my mind is in decade.
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