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Doug Collins
Poems
Aug 2012
A last call
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.
Written by
Doug Collins
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