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Mar 2018
Sending bottles
emptied of filth
covered with tears
surrounded by rift

washed up onshore
in another land
picked and pruned
in another woman's hands

She opens and reads
the note I wrote for you
The girl I could've loved
and the hurt you never knew.
Drinking alcohol sometimes is bad for you
Chris Balase
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Chris Balase  37/M/NoWhere
(37/M/NoWhere)   
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