Ben Harlow

The wind beats against the window
a cat pads by
it knocks over a bottle
I look up
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The ship of my life it is sinking
falling beneath a great wave
and all this has set me to thinking
life will send me to an early grave
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I sit
a bench the mall
the world spins
I watch
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He sits in a corner booth
Hunched over a bottle of cheap whiskey
An old cigarette smolders in his hand
Speaking to no one
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