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creativelycliche

Published: Jul 30, 2013

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take a drink,
and forget for a moment that you aren't breathing.

you comb starlight;
these sunset broken tea leaves
bleed into the sky,
filling, filling, filling
in the cracks where the darkness is unfiltered
like black coffee,
too strong for your heart to take, tonight.

take another drink,
bleed another verse and remember what your shelves
are filled with, remember all those letters
that they wrote to you, postcards from the places
that in their sandpaper callousness
you have never been

(and bleed again,
just another nicked artery
hemorrhaging into facsimile
goblets -
drink
again
and tell me -
can you taste it yet?)

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motifandcode

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that has a wonderful second stanza! brilliant poetry!

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