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Here Nor There
My cup was empty
spacious, until you filled it.
Or did I fill myself up
with your hot air?
Never mind.
Cloud-covered nightlife
erases memories of my pale, moon friend
Drinking from the bottom of the bottle
with a broken rim
now that you're gone
to get my fill
spacious, until you filled it.
Or did I fill myself up
with your hot air?
Never mind.
Cloud-covered nightlife
erases memories of my pale, moon friend
Drinking from the bottom of the bottle
with a broken rim
now that you're gone
to get my fill
Published 24th Jun 2017
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25th Jun 2017 7:55am
after the breakup, a bottle becomes the new lover;
fine poetry, in the lap of clouds & a pale moon...
fine poetry, in the lap of clouds & a pale moon...
