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Incubus
And I am wandering aimlessly down
cobblestone streets of collected thoughts
An oxymoron and my desires are filled with
abstract shadows that dance upon empty vodka bottles
Yet nothing of this moment seems to stand
clear, for the liquor of ineffableness leaves me
floating in total inebiation
The intoxicated tongue of man, muffled by
the refusal of mute lips
And the voice of a sober man's soul remains
simply, insidious...
The One Less Spoken
2011
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