What can I write
That I won’t regret tomorrow night?
Shit…
that’s not right,
it just rhymes!
It’s in the mornings,
That I feel so obscene,
(then I’m back on again).
The clock is ticking -
Fuck you, cute motif!
I’m running out of steam
and I don’t have time!
To embellish you,
(there are toxins running through).
God grant me the serenity…
That’s where I stopped.
Dare I be bold?
Enough to try?
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