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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poem by Carsten Thomsen
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