looking down through his glass
held by hands like bricks,
he saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside the splinters of a broken table.
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looking down through his glass
held by hands like bricks,
he saw where the tears of wine
had left their stains of disappointment
deep inside the splinters of a broken table.
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with a carnival balloon in hand
and paper banjos playing softly beside the river he walked home,
pausing only for a moment
to released the fictional helium hope
of ever finding his own huckleberry friend…
then quietly placed his love in the museum of his soul.
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