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Another dribble based poem
baristapro Posted: Sun Oct 19 11:21:06 2003 Post | Quote in Reply  
  Coming
Back to me
And
Shades of liquor
Vodka
Drenched in gold
Liquid
Poisons inside
Sad
Slammed on the floor
Cracked
Bottle in my bleeding fist
Believe
That I didn't mean it
Concieve
No...Wait...Don't
TRY!
Pardon me?
Did you want to get around?
Can't
This lane is too narrow
But
It can be done
If
I want it bad enough
But I don't
That's what I think
This is what we
Think
As a team
There is no I
Us
Blatant opposition
Cut me off
(Cut me)
Interupt
Bad timing and cigarettes
Lost soul
In transition
Nothing more
Never
Anything
More
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