Let me keep my solaceRed and furious and blueKeep it Monday, keep it SundayLet me bite the sands of brew.
Cheer comes from places not wantedI seek faith but gain just a lowSamsung fails me from this dark placeCheese witholding the reality I face
Keep it together you sayI'm too far down to do as you askMake me a porter, black drinkDon't be surprised when I turn you away
Lay my sorrows down evenkeeledKeep it Monday but neverthelessI'll be alright now, I'll be alrightJust let me keep my solace tonight.
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Ian Hazelton
I am a freelance blogger and transman. Feminist. Activist. Dog Lover.
I have a trans-related blog at https://atransgenderblog.blogspot.com - check it out if you like my writing.
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