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myself is a word that has no meaning without others.
once upon a time
i gave up every hope
thinking that it's a crime
to live a life in dope-
a beggar drinking wine
can be a poet too
but it is in a line
that memory walks through-
since people do forget
without second thought
the faces that have met
in roads they travel not
for innocence, once lost
can never be regained
but it is modern post
to say that meanings faint-
i stumbled at the cross
in shadows of a name
that flourished more like gross
without plead or shame-
and then i took aside
myself, my dreams, my fears
and in a bar beside
a world flooded by tears
i met inside a glass
that seemed to drift apart
my th