i am
a sleepless reminder
blanched and broken
with borders
of
women
and whiskey
too many
and not enough
one dying
with the next
my keys are flat
her keys
who the hell
cares
sacred forever
is a thin blade
that dulls
the still inside
of pleasures
short glass
closed eyes hide
pain
and
utopia
which
is which
and as before
who
the hell...
naw
who the fuck
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Comments
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yes, the endless moving between "i care" and "i don't give a damn"...so well-expressed here, Muddy.
~ Nicolette
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wow
be damned if this aint gonna be a hard one to judge
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I get it. Way more than I should.
Pain and utopia, which is which . . .
ambiguous? hmmm . .
honest? ohyes.
seeing some sadness here too, but maybe that's just me.
Love,
jin
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Once again, Brilliant my friend
I have come to expect that from you...
Lynda
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