DrunkA Poem by TyCurrent affairs
Tough enough to earn a buck in these times.
And wine doesn't blur the line between being drunk and just fine. I couldn't discern that lack of urgency -- why? An uphill battle to climb. Some sad riddler's rhyme. I sincerely urged you to try. Burning the wick with an electrical wire. Snake recoil to strike at anything that's under the hide. The rest is torn, yet no weapon formed. No regret to be forged. Attesting I'll exercise my perspective and stretch my mental some more.
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Added on February 13, 2026 Last Updated on February 13, 2026 |

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