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Aug 2012
a last dance
at last

the dark fills my eyes
as I walk away
into the night

I don’t glance back
into the stench
but instead

fill my lungs
with the night’s
****** air

my jumbled steps
and stumbled words
are relentless

infuriating
unshakable

invigorating

another day
another drink
alone.
Doug Collins
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Doug Collins
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