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*I drink from the beautiful bottle on my table I drink myself dizzy whenever I am able I drink at anytime for I have no time table I drink even from the oldest of the fables I drink from the moon and sparkle of stars I drink from the past wounds and my scars I drink from the road and sweet smell of tars I drink from these deadly monsters we call cars I drink from the serenity and the fights I drink from the days and the nights I drink from the loyal and venomous fights I drink from ambient and picturesque sites I drink from the leaves swaying in the wind I drink from the beauty of dawn I can't rescind I drink from the sweet bitter past I can't rewind I drink from the visible even when I'm blind I drink from the chapters in every book I drink from the broth that I cook I drink left, right and everywhere I look I drink the wines like I'm a duke I drink from the clouds pacing in the sky I drink from the wings of birds as they fly I drink from those chocking in suit and tie I drink from every truth and beautiful lie I drink from the scented and from the stink I drink concentrated inspiration whenever I blink I drink from the pieces for art is my ***** I drink and drink even while I think I drink*
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
I drink
*I drink from the beautiful bottle on my table I drink myself dizzy whenever I am able I drink at anytime for I have no time table I drink even from the oldest of the fables I drink from the moon and sparkle of stars I drink from the past wounds and my scars I drink from the road and sweet smell of tars I drink from these deadly monsters we call cars I drink from the serenity and the fights I drink from the days and the nights I drink from the loyal and venomous fights I drink from ambient and picturesque sites I drink from the leaves swaying in the wind I drink from the beauty of dawn I can't rescind I drink from the sweet bitter past I can't rewind I drink from the visible even when I'm blind I drink from the chapters in every book I drink from the broth that I cook I drink left, right and everywhere I look I drink the wines like I'm a duke I drink from the clouds pacing in the sky I drink from the wings of birds as they fly I drink from those chocking in suit and tie I drink from every truth and beautiful lie I drink from the scented and from the stink I drink concentrated inspiration whenever I blink I drink from the pieces for art is my ***** I drink and drink even while I think I drink*
ignatius-hosiana
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
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