The day was long and full of timid moments to live and create.
I needed a night…I needed a sting…I needed a bite.
That old trick of old men, whiskey and music on a paper of loneliness.
I had to open a new bottle… rather cheap one with spilling possibilities.
The person who had done the sealing job was a lousy faggot… either he had never seen a pussy or he had never seen a black sunset of monsoons.
I tried long and hard…the music was there… loneliness have always been a spoilt guest…
I just needed the poison…
The seal was never broken…I tried my luck with a cork…I chose beers but nothing was getting opened…
I was given death on a yellow platter…
But then you came babe, and everything was tolerable again…the absence of hallucinations, bullshits poems, your fights…my fights…
You came and you came and you came…and you are still coming through your exit…
And I am still leaving through the entrance.

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