DrunkA Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
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Blurred. Completely incomprehensible. The drink twists And turns the mind round. Upside, downside. Same thing. It's all confused. All the same. Things are, Skewed. The drink does this, But, so do I. © 2016 The Poet of Black Wings |
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The Poet of Black WingsAbouti hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..Writing
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