WokenA Poem by Davidgeo.you wake up with some crushing loss or something recycled ,maybe, an old morning disappointment some kind of past theme consumed like it's a f*****g coffee for a living, i swore and i swear i do hate figuring things out about myself for real thinking, who made me? during the early times, how did i get here? (page break) i think this hurts me awake in the after times managing that, this, and a personal f*****g reality... that i do not understand but i know (break) i was not meant for this (break's are for p*****s) so i may not know why i smoke cigarettes but i do certainly know why i drink to go to sleep © 2017 DavidgeoAuthor's NoteReviews
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