Hungover
I’ve been dragging
Feet, so accustomed
To lagging
Behind Me
Flailing arms
With shaky
Palms
Steadily, we
Digest
The true meaning of
This love
Feet, so accustomed
To lagging
Behind Me
Flailing arms
With shaky
Palms
Steadily, we
Digest
The true meaning of
This love
This Poems Story
The true meaning of fulfillment.
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