ERASED THIS
Monday night alone.........Eched in my mind.........
Scratched out.....
Underline.....
What was different........
no noise.......
I went home.....
Felt tired restless......
I searched for a desire.......
But I created this mess....
The tought of prior.......
Scrible scrable doo......
I would have erased this........
In the night of lonly.......
This came do.....
red
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