a sigh
when wondering why
the words
spill effortless
miles of wandering
frames and patterns
paths and runway
seeming necessary
roadblocks
will fall away
when wondering who
the stinking odor
of stale gin
reminds us only
dreams can never
be attached to why,
their reasons fade
like a caustic memory
all that is left
a cry
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In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
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