Carrousel
It's a carrousel
we're living in
At least I hope you're doing fine
The opposite would be a sin
I lose a few old words
With every spin
And I'm unable to write some new
Pills didn't work
Neither wodka, nor gin
So I just keep on going round
And I'm always late
to tell you what I really want
This shit just happens
when the writer becomes a failed state
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| Auteur: lvde | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 12 februari 2023 | ||
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