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desolation

she is gone she is gone
and my life is the pits
her total non being driving
me slowly out of my wits
I tried the old solution
but just couldn't get drunk
stayed stone cold sober
no matter how much I sunk
until in rebellion my stomach
when it couldn't hold any more
violently spasmed as I knelt
on the cold bathroom floor
vomiting it all out
down the porcelain bowl
a technicolor yawn from
a monochromed soul
she is gone she is gone
the warp to my weft
the metre to my verse
and I have nothing left


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desolation