To sink into creative binge again?
And if there’s no one to hang out with?
And if shame covers, entering my head,
For myself and with whom I had to drink?
So I'll remain abstainer in my mind,
Than other's poem liters I'd be lapping,
And temporarily I will stop thumping.
I've sent all out. Read between the lines.
To sink into creative binge again?
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2019
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