Seeds,
Minds opened,
And kindred souls,
Engendered spirits,
Thoughts
Are villains
On somber nights
And lonely moments.
Days,
Like windy,
Whisking behind
In whiskey stupor,
Tufts,
All woolen,
Liken the mind's
Likeness in bottles.
Dreams,
Crushed by death,
Yours suddenly,
And I'm missing you.
c. Nov 1992
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