DONEA Poem by IndaDone
The glass is almost empty And the bottle too, What’s a man to do? Is there beauty In depression, Is love just an obsession Or is there something more? The thought is gone, -departs, shuts the door. The glass is empty, I’m done. © 2013 IndaFeatured Review
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