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Poetry

Voices in my head, that need to be heard. Voices in my head, roam free, like a bird. *Book of poems written by myself.*

get away

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by reflects

by reflects

I want to drink the night away.

I want to feel the burn of scotch,

or the sting of whiskey

slide down my throat.

I want to get lost,

free myself from the world.

I want to get away from this thing,

called life,

if only for a few moments.

I long for the sensation of

ecstacy.

I long

to get

away.

//d.f.