On The Way Back, I Stumbled And Tripped Down The Poet’s Street

on the way back, i stumbled and tripped down the poet’s street

when i got home, my mom cried when she saw my feet

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I have responsibilities like self torment and isolation

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I’m around all the time and you don’t even mourn me. I lived a life of silent contemplation. There’s a voice calling me to take vows.

heartbroken-bacchus - i miss those good old boys
i miss those good old boys

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