I made a bed of marvelling
a spectator that risk nothing
as I live to work, since everyday
is routine, I plan events to escape
the monotony exhaling in pores of
last night’s adventure of nothingness
and then drown my sorrows in a note
a blind note bottled with the spirits of
the dead drunkards, I leave my last breath.
Such a sad prospect reflected in these lines.
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