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the man smiled
he knew the risks
knew that he was bring a fool
and happier
for it.

pouring
a short glass
of scotch

watching the ice
clink
clink
slide slowly in circles
round the glass

the liquor
was older
and wiser
than he
but he thought
nothing of it

"Why does the sun,
go on shining?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know,
its the ends of the world.
it ended when you said Good Bye"

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Re: this actually has nothing to do with yer poem

[celiapunk.livejournal.com]

i totally dig the way you write....it's very....dream-like and captivating.....