Light (Poetry)
In the balance Heavy solid throat,
In the brown fog pale
Unknown thriller of light
That shocking fog
A stuffed voice quote
my house is Do you know?
If i was not so drunk
So she would recognize
Do you believe?
I wanted to say: whom?
To the house, or the wife?
But could not say: quietly
Appreciated her fate
Which forgets
And remember to have forgotten
Which, like this, takes double pleasures cheaply!
But it is on its own
Could not live; spoke :
But it would not drink
So recognize the house
But she does not recognize herself
I am, who am I, I am I,
How could this know this?
What would happen then?
Say you, what would happen then?
She is in a blow, my evening will come
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Nice one… it seem like a drunk write up. 😂