My idea
of
having fun
is writing poems
alone
and
little... drunk.
Tiny stories
with no point
and
no meaning,
wake up next morning
and see they’re
not
worth reading.
All the same,
it was fun,
I deserve
this little pain.
I’m hungover,
non poetic,
but I feel
so sane.
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