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Literature
The Taste Of Sadness
What would sadness taste like?
Like the tears of a lost friend?
Like ashes as everything burns?
Like the last kiss before you left?
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-bittersweet poet-
writing for love, friends, money.
prostitution.
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Broken Glass
The broken bottle holds carnage in its eye
With the grains of trepidation in the shards
Rain falls and echos escape through the remnants
It speaks of fullness as a disguise
Smashed to pieces of a raging moment
And in the reflection; faces
Each one a page full of virtues
Of memories unspent
The broken bottle
Holds a library of souls
Along a crooked brick alleyway
Soon forgotten by the streetlamps
What a bottle can do
In the spirits that escape in times of anguish
Spirits to demons to rage
A prince in his castle of bottles and sickness
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