Friday, November 3, 2017

The Empty Glass Comments

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I woke up before dawn with my eye whites bloody red.
The fierce pounding in my skull made me wish that I were dead.
My lips are cracked, my throat is parched, my mouth is desert dry.
I don't remember last night, no matter how I try.
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John F. McCullagh
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