Lesser of confessions

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By Michael_AngeloPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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In a mess I digress.

Self abused and confused.

Dismal chance of romance.

I indulge and divulge .

pass on hate to relate.

drink one more hit the floor.

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I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.

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