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Submitted:Sep 18, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

You dance between praise

and the mingled word phrase

Mining for a smile

in seven different ways

Youths swollen tide

had a ticket to ride

But shrank to the tidings

of a lost virgin bride

Yet somehow you're older

and the tattoo on your shoulder

Flies south to the sun

everytime it gets colder

There's a brown stain

replacing the blue vein

Wrapped up in nicotine

shrinking the brain

Your grey hair

way beyond repair

Can not shade

the lost look of your stare

So just like that

you pull down your hat

And start to consume

your own body fat

Aqua vitae

enough latin for thee

I hope the drunken path

sees you walk free

But the breeze was a myth

your stride fell stiff

Wounds gather salt

at the foot of the cliff


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