'I need a glass'
An old man whose grey hair is quarreling with wisdom requested
As he tries to gather the ash of his cremated feelings in a stormy situation
I watch him liquidate his pain
With no laser
Just a lazy eye
A lazy eye too weak to look pass my wife's imperfections
Love is blind
But will hurt you and watch you suffer(he whispered)
Lets make a movie and call it 'drunkards'
In your dictionary its just after 'divorce'
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