Sobering Up

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My poetry is a public house
For all to come and visit
Get love drunk from my bars
But hangovers aren't exquisite

Sometimes they can be served bitter
Or leave you confused with suspension
Well at least that's what the guys tell me
Am I just drunk off the attention?

Assorted PoetryOnde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora