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When you can't turn back
and the throbbing starts to triumph
Attend to the easy answer
Slip it through the hole it exits
You: who would,
make Occam proud
with 45% proof
of memory loss
With 90% proof
of so called ‘cool’
You: my mentor
The clam with
Pierced tongue
Which holds no jewel.
:icontwisted-silence:

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:iconluminousmoon:
This is great. I love it when a poem feels like it's followed through. The ending was perfect is what I mean, i think.

--
We make for your sake such things as stand fast,
Through the ages these pages forever will last.
On blank paper the printer sets down what is heard,
Giving life to what's rife with the power of the word. -Michael Kongehl
:iconabrainthatleaks:
Very cool :) I think of being drunk when I read this! LOL I really like how it is structured and how it fits with the varying degrees of insobriety! Hmmm... 90 proof or 180 proof???? 200 proof= pure alcohol 100 proof= 50 % Gotta go though

--
Life is extrodinary in the mind...
Everywhere else you have to settle.

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