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Nov 2014
It doesn’t solve
anything.
When your head is
spinning.
It doesn’t change what
happened.
When you can’t remember the night
before.
It can’t cure your
ailments.
But it can drain your
pockets.
And it feels so good and
light.
Staggering up the street
with empty pockets,
and no worries.
Dan DeVeronica
Written by
Dan DeVeronica  NY
(NY)   
675
   Lior Gavra
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