Monday, 8 July 2024

So there was it was

So sweetly discreetly, showing care sweetly
So bitter to taste in haste, a mouldy paste 
So I cried hitching a ride, a maniac by my side ?
So I was fired for being tired, wrongly admired
So I had to let it slide, again I cried until I died

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