Go!
The taste.
The smell.
Will always be.
How do you banish
A feeling?
It cannot be whipped
Or ripped
Only Forgotten
Lost now
Nearly every eve
But sometimes
Found
In dreams.
Cool and aloof
A drifting voyeur
Stumble and shamble
Fool tumbling from a bar.
Pleading 'never leave',
Stay here
Forgetting the
Compound fracture
Caused by the ask.
So “Go!”, Shouts
The drunkard.
It is right,
The moral thing.
The good.
That’s understood
In knowing
There cannot be
Remains
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