A poem on my outlook at this moment.
Days rush into days
It’s the simple kind of craze
and as I watch and amaze
the shit piles start to raise
but it it doesn’t seem to phase
me much anymore, these silly ways
I just long for a simple red wine and a blaze
until then, days rush into days
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