MY FRIEND THE BOTTLE

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    MY FRIEND THE BOTTLE

    My nerves inside this body of mine are generating overpowering and uncomfortable currents,my brain is obsessed with thoughts reaching into every bodily vibration and magnifying them to full mental shutter..

    My mind is consumed with clutter and my eyelids flutter as I trip into the gutter..

    My senses have vanished and my balance is gone again,
    my hand clenches the bottle my friend,
    my eyes close and my heart pounds not realizing this is the end, not realizing I had no real friend..

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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