“18”
Woman leaving. I gambled on our feelings and My misled past. Got her aching goodbye on Sunday.
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Snap Shots & Quick Takes
Woman leaving. I gambled on our feelings and My misled past. Got her aching goodbye on Sunday.
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The gloaming brings a pulsation. Here I yield. Thither I go. At the least I'll pull an all-nighter. At the most I'll be carelessly disobedient. The figurative is piffle. The literal is caution.
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I know this liquor prison Would never fool nobody. Aching, hurting, looking. Trying mind going to pay.
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Tellurians plodding half-heartedly to Weekday carrels. There is no merriment For the voiceless mass. Bosses excoriate through a variety of Mendacious media. Their intentional Propaganda is as genuine as their workplace "family." Our drudgery is ours. Our anger is ours. Our hours are theirs.
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Walking shoes broke Monday. Need to empty your lonesome Goodbye. Aching trouble come Friday. Going to put the sad worry down.
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I got sad lying money. Woman Playing sorrow hearted about Leaving home. I'm going back when Baby and liquor need me.
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Dollar letter, lonely suitcase,
Mercy cry. Now I'm
Blaming time. Walking goodbye,
Runnig sorrow, aching nobody.
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Them walking feet never Blame shoes. Lonesome cryin' Drink lookin' empty worriedDespair. Hang hearted morning.
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Gambled Sunday, leaving Monday. No prison train or hurting shoes. Highway driving tomorrow. Goodbye trying.
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Crying woman walking out. Suitcase, station, town, gone. Lying luck, sad heart. Half tired nobody blues.
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