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There is a clock resting above a fireplace that hasn't seen a fire in twenty years.
It is fifteen minutes slow and it has been for quite some time.
I used to take it off the mantle and manipulate the dials so as to allow it to correctly display the time.
And my mother would turn it back again.
I never understood the reasons for this,
and I still don't.
And god ******, this clock has no significance and this metaphor slipped my mind as soon as I thought of it and I can't think of enough ways to say I'm sorry.
Would you have loved if the road was clear
And the end was near
Would you have loved me if not for my flaws and arrogance
Wyould you have loved me if not for my angry jumping pupils
Would you loved me if not for everything i say
Even in my nonsense years
Would you have me flawless and perfect
It is my flaws that drives you mad
And keeps me sane
In love
 Sep 2014 Kuzhur Wilson
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Sometimes,
I feel I should drink my problems away
Heartbreaks
Losses
and many more to name
Warm liquid going down my throat
My lies are responsible if I choke
Screaming in my pillow
Troubling the next door widow
I am drowning in my sorrow
won't remember a thing tomorrow
I sit alone in this cemetery
With the Old monk and his friend Johnnie
In a void,
I let out a shout
I love this maze
Not long from now
I'll be a nameless grave
I sound so plaintive
yet I refuse to admit
that intoxicated me is so much better
In this situation
reality doesn't even matter
Written from an alcoholic's perspective FYI I am not an alcoholic nor I know any.
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