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One Too Many
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A Day In The Life He sits there lost in smoke
puffed heart no words to confess
past sins muffled deep beyond bruise
he slips sips of coffee
too darkly brewed
just wet on the whistle
another day for the fool.
Somewhere he lost touch
lost his desire to be
tossed aside the art of play
dreams more in the day
no emotion just the snarl
clouds of billowing smoke rise
just another breath to take.
Damn the memories left him
rocked as precious moments fly
doomed to waste away as nothing
still another puff subsides
not the soft he once imagined
life is harsh and then it's not
waiting now for death to come.
