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Oct 2012
the beer is all gone
and the cigs
are dwindling out to no-
thing

and

slowly
or may-
be not
so slowly

it comes

the certainty
of my poverty

the desperation

the madness

and i curse
the tiny
blue stars

for never

looking away
Dave Edward Stringer
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