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In a bar, I sense a run of BAD LUCK..


Submitted:Oct 2, 2009    Reads: 89    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


And where now fall

those petals of good fortune

Upon whose garden

boast those colours bright


The distant whisper

that was once a scream

I fail to decipher

I have no tools to decode


Yet my eyes

search the grey skies

My ear presses

to the earth below


So empty, so quiet

I request your return

Tears soak

the muted response


My questions unanswered

truths concealed

I raise my glass

to my shadow of anguish


They mirror my gesture

they drink to my woe

They share my downturn

my journey is theirs





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