I'M Having An Old Friend For Dinner
An empty bottle cringes then
A lone moment traces
A hollowness in soul.
Twisted truth of surviving on
Coldness only embraces
To puzzle more. And more..
An uneasiness emerges then
An introspection cries
Only to let me know..
I'm having an old friend for dinner.
8-3-2019
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