Losing Streak - Poem by beejai oatway
as i read i write
as i write i read
when i listen i sometimes speak
i m on a losing streak..
daze burn holes in my throat..
i aint got no winter coat..&
im cold inside..
but my temperature is risin high..
drinkin all of the time..
girl. she's not mine n she never will be
cos she belongs to the whirled u see.
im on a losing streak.
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