Numb, insanely numb, out of the shelter of that unhappy thumb
The gloomy night sets the mood while the glimmer of light comes and goes...how rude
Although I am free I can’t see ahead, I feel the warmth of that dream spearhead
An occasional a spitter of well spent time, is then wasted before my bedtime
About the Creator
JLEEL
Just a guy emptying the nog.
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