4 A.M.A Poem by AttaxerIncoherent ramblings
Punch drunk with love right in the face, man.
Don't understand how it keeps happening but it does. Now it's 4 A.M. I'm sitting here in my boxers, and I can't seem to get her outta my head. I wonder what she would say if she knew... Oh well... it's probably not important. Pieces fall where they may no matter what I do.
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