‘Fix me a drink’, he asked, again and again.
Forgetting again and again, that he could it himself,
that he needn’t bother someone else
or disappoint himself with rejection, again and again.
‘Fix me a drink’, he asked, again and again.
Forgetting again and again, that he could it himself,
that he needn’t bother someone else
or disappoint himself with rejection, again and again.
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