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Alive

  • Writer: A.J. Sapiens
    A.J. Sapiens
  • Dec 13, 2024
  • 1 min read

Published: September 20, 2022


Alive are people at night

Half hidden faces

Lost specs ‘n braces

Drunken issues of news and pride

Expensive tables, vintage wine.


Rickety chairs, irresistible gowns

Meaningless chatter of empty minds ‘n broken vows

Still beautiful

Flowers in the sky, bats on the ground

This topsy-turvy, old-fashioned crowd

Black is blue, black is brown


Lights, all lights of pleasure and pain,

Weeps in a rented bed on the floor above,

In vain.






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