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Jun 2010
With nothing left I sit my *** alone in a chair.
The table stands naked- Β ashamed in the room, while I pour myself a glass.
A dull light shines upon the wooden fixture.
All the lonliness in the world stirred into the mixture.
There, a glass of satisfying
sedation I cannot seem to hold.
The ground cracks,
I can feel the separation.
My brain aches,
there's no mistake of despiration.
The bottle pours,
a thirsty cause,
JD please give me salvation.
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
Written by
Christopher Rossi
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