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Jan 2016
Exquisite sorrow
taste it
I did
bring forth the holy grail of grief
bend and bow the muse to me
to sing of lost loves entropy
let's drink a toast together
from this bitter sacred cup
Exquisite sorrow
the finest vintage
Please don't spill
Don't make me lick it up.
taste it
I did
Robert Carl Brusberg
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Robert Carl Brusberg  Florida
(Florida)   
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