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I tried to find your substance
In the company of friends
It fell far short
And to much shorter ends
A mouthful of liquor
It occurred to me then;
I will die if I don't soon get near you again!

The moon's almost blue
But it wastes and decays
If it's witnessed like this
Far apart from your gaze
The expanse that surrounds it
Chokes and strangles it away!

Everything in me; all feelings collide
Confide in two words; fuck it!
Let poetry die!
Fuck poetry and all the lies that it hides!
There's no substance in waiting
In paling from this plight
In love? With a ghost!
No woman in sight
Nor tears drench the page
Nor words left to write.