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Updated: Jan 28, 2020



From the first pour

to the last sober breath of next day,

I clear my way

to write a line

yet to be revealed


The first two share a cigarette,

after the third glass

the wine starts to whisper.


I cry for yesterday

I drink now for tomorrow.

In the silent hours,

I wine and dine my book

sharing my sorrows.


Often so

but not always past the date.

Hazy and run down by light,

I welcome the torture with open arms.


For it is the new day,

and sleep deprivation

cigarettes

and an empty stomach

works wonders.

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