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Day 338 – Undrunk Writer

All the bottles around here are full;
I haven’t touched them.

I don’t need a drop to drip
wax kisses
and
plastic wisdom
on paper.

I wake in the morning
a little groggy
but not hungover;

I’m not depressed or
selling anything or
touched with a dying star quality
but

I never remember
what I wrote last night
these days
just the same.

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