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12-8-1
1-8-12
http://betweenthebars.org/blogs/524/steve-j-burkett
Irish Soup
Poems, artwork, Short Stories, Notes, Rambling
I don't remember what I dreamt last night, whether I stayed close to home or enrolled up downtown on the pin ball machine or playing pool. I do remember you were there - no lost you was I naked.
As for having gratitude - don't hold your breath, thank you for the cheap wine and the harsh smoke, now where in my head - no turn around, no do overs, - no humanitarians running their place.
I know, I know, I know, / the touch is / I will have to forget / all I've ever known.
I'm trapped here/in my mind/lost forever/ in the memories.
Who am I? What am I? What are
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