I've seen those eyes before like pack-ice
residuary-melting scraped off the floor
beats-me how an addict beats the count
facedown rises off the canvas once more.
I've seen glue-sniffers dazed, like erect-
wallflowers with those same sad eyes
that says nobody even cares for me.
'Now that loves, taking its leave I devise.
To drink, listen to the clink—clink-clink
of ice till I'm once again, ready to rise.'
Gaze aeons into the future and rethink.
The love of a woman will be my prize.
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