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Oct 2020
all the words of men sound drunk to the sky
except occasionally the words of drunk men
which saturate briefly with thanksgiving and awe
drunk on all the varied hopes of man
his arsenal of staffs
for the long journey
the unwilling gypsy
unaware of what it means to have a universe as his home
and the earth as his pillow
Written by
Kinyo
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