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Draft
Every day's a chore that I can't complete
Whether I'm losing momentum or not,
For me, it's gettin' hard to sleep
Cause I'm in constant irritation a lot,
Becoming so lost within the bars I speak
And that's barely a challenging thing
I'm drifting away, washing my soul
With a bottle of vodka, swept from my feet
Every day of the week
Is synonymous to clockwork,
I'm a ticking time bomb
© William Robert Death
#poetrycommunity
Whether I'm losing momentum or not,
For me, it's gettin' hard to sleep
Cause I'm in constant irritation a lot,
Becoming so lost within the bars I speak
And that's barely a challenging thing
I'm drifting away, washing my soul
With a bottle of vodka, swept from my feet
Every day of the week
Is synonymous to clockwork,
I'm a ticking time bomb
© William Robert Death
#poetrycommunity
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