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Oct 2015
The man in black sits by the table

I think he's crying for he is so misunderstood

why the pain he feels every day

this was not the deal or the way


His head in his hands not knowing

not knowing how dark he can be

dark yes is his taste

but he will never fall from grace


He's a alcoholic ball buster

a drug infused writer

with a real problem

dealing with himself



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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