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An Improvised Poem


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I haven't written poetry for a good while and at this same time haven't visited this website for a while, so I am compelled. The idea of this poem expresses how I was feeling two nights ago. Nothing more.



I find myself in the same familiar place

Drinking memories like wine

Drunk enough that I don't feel like moving

I stare down the glass and I sigh

The aftertaste is so bitter on my tongue

But it felt so good going down

That I'm not sure which I prefer more

Memories I continue to sip from the bottle

Every drop drained and still I suck

Yet so yearning, ate the glass

Every shard satisfying

I fall asleep


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