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Sunday

To the sound of

cigarette smoke

and ice cubes

melting

sweet flavor of

thin air and time

deliberately

wasted

the sweet

caress of

thoughts

of words

and sentences

as they appear

on this very

piece of

paper

overpowers

bile bitter taste

of memory


Drinking my

soletary

fill

emptying

bottles

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