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Slow Death

9/10/23

By Tambourine ManPublished 8 months ago 1 min read
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Slow Death
Photo by Philipp Pilz on Unsplash

I have chased a demon,

Called relations, in women,

I could not keep for long,

Fueled by medications,

Nicotine, music, drugs, and sex,

Someday in my 44 years,

I will detox live a life,

Of solitude or find the,

Right woman to keep me,

On track and find bliss,

In the simplicity of a,

Modern lifestyle,

Twisted realities set in,

At the drop of a dime,

Somewhere in the howling,

Sands of time,

No-one but yourself,

Will compare to the multitudes,

Of an hour-glass,

We are lost in time,

Trying to find a ghost,

Of a chance that will co-operate.

heartbreak
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Tambourine Man

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