Contributor: Zulema Payan
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I typed the script by 10 and the sky looked old and gray
My hands were shaking—
I contemplated on drinking once again,
I’ve been sober for 3 whole weeks, but like it matters…
So I poured some whiskey and ice, my eyes wandered on left and right, I think the insomnia turned 4 days old tonight.
I'm wishing on the same stars, choosing a new dream.
Remembering the past rides, smiling from the jokes of...
Wait who am I speaking of?
Past lovers ride a long and I can't even fathom on,
What is this idea of love?
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A Phoenix, AZ born artist.
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