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 Apr 2014 jude rigor
Niveda Nahta
Drip drop the whiskey drops,        
shattered glass,
broken heart,    
consciousness lost,
but faith not,          
I see myself lying on the cold bedded rock..
not my best work though...but I sense something in it..I just don't seem to know what..
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