Friday


tell me the time 

A bookcase full of books
Full of notebooks
Filled with lies and scribbles
Nights of drinking and drowning
When the light won’t turn on
I can’t seem to find sense
Make a definition of
  Something of this

With the lemons
Only tea can
Taste sweeter
But if the rain
Can’t stop
And the

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Moon can’t shine
Who will be there to  hold my
Hand
?

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