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Unrest of Spirit

The commotion comes with aggressiveness, It haunts me without having a chance to atone; Nothing seems to be clear enough I digress; The addiction is high it makes me forlorn. In time I had voluntary admitted myself to rehab, The unrest of my spirit fought me without respite; I had decided to be clean even though I was drab, The unrest spirit of alcohol relented without a fight. Friday 9th November 2018 Unrest of Spirit Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julia Ward

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