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Dec 2012
I might have likened the bottle
more than the *****
the drink often brought peace and sleep
but also her too
sometimes a room full of unwanted types
the restless,with a grudge
the music would disappear
and blurriness replaced sight
often anger
it's quiet tonight
I must not have seen her
words and pages tell me so.
David Divine Brooks
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David Divine Brooks  Medina ,Ohio
(Medina ,Ohio)   
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