...so like this embracingly
we stepped into the Poetry Bar
Cognac!
And don't tell me "we're closing" bitch
Now you're gonna see what drunkenness of the dead means
We're not poems for recitation and selling but for self-burning
Every morning they sweep our ashes...
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