Poetry: Nighttime blues - by Alina Marks

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by Alina Marks

Created on: January 29, 2009

Night Soaked Streets

We are drinking in
the night soaked streets.
We are drowning and waving.
We are fumbling and faded.
We are beautifully failing,
flailing mistakes.
We are drinking in
the night soaked streets.

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