I like to write - I like to write small
Sunday, 11 March 2012
How naturally the bottle fills my empty hand,
The amber liquid numbing the soul.
The passer-by sees no poetry within me,
Just the dirt on my face,
Streaked by alcoholic tears.
...Numbs and distorts, caresses and consoles.
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