poésie de survie

A Shark KILLER

I drink this horrible thing

I drink this  Deeping fight

I lose my soul that night

Taken by UN eternal man

Who kill me like a shark?

Behind the memories I kept

A glass

I kept a light spice

I felt no more inside

I go to the other bar

I drink this horrible thing beside

I drink the in Deeping fight

And remember just

That I was drunk

I kept a glass

There no memories inside

There's only a horrible fight

I lose my soul

And drink another

Horrible

Night

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