peering through eyes
clouded by age and anger
bags of sadness weigh down lids
and rings of smoke circle the dim light of life
keep them closed to the pins and needles
and the empty seats
and quiet nights
its whiskey soaked words that slip into ears
worming to cores
pure at once but about to become rotten
this life is a cryptic story
phrasebooks fail to help saying why i get shivers
just because i dont know the answers
to everything
to anything.
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