Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet

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 small transitions evaporate from now to then. seldom surrenders in the acute angles between choke and breath. tender predators chew on their wounds. with murky tears and bloody grins.

the numbers lay their traps. surreptitiously counting the missing voices. a gasping inferno abruptly confounded by a gentle breeze.

we wear their eyes. as if to see. we taste their lips. as if to speak.

crippled narrators of a story trapped within impenetrable walls. limping authors dressed in dangerous smiles.

our faces always pressed tightly against that ubiquitous glass.

hopelessly convinced we can find a way inside. 


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