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Art
The men of wrath
Banter and rant
Next to the famed bar,
While the man inside
Recites his years long poetry.
Amidst the sectored chaos,
The beauty of his work
Seeps through the ruckus
To an open window
Seeking ailment and cure.
One by one, the broken pieces
Of a ceramic glass
Come back to life,
As the hours of the night
Dim the harsh voices of the strife.
A nearly wasted...
Sunday 9th March 2025 3:29 pm
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