In The Glass GullyA Poem by J.Sin2017.11.08Coherent. Putrid. Illogical. Derelict. Tracing your likeness With a Polonium-210 pencil, A selective memory, And a near-empty bottle of whiskey by my side. Each squiggle getting a little more Inaccurately accurate with Each and Every Swallowed Shot. © 2017 J.Sin |
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Added on November 9, 2017 Last Updated on November 9, 2017 |

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