"It's the middle of the night and he's up wandering around.
He's remembering the good times but that only makes him feel down.
Those good times are gone and he just tries to forget
with a bottle of booze and some girls with no names on the net."
Sometimes loneliness is a choice. Sometimes...
Parfois le soir est si noir, et solitaire.
"Sitting in the dark with a drink in his hand, killing himself slowly."
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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He's remembering the good times but that only makes him feel down.
Those good times are gone and he just tries to forget
with a bottle of booze and some girls with no names on the net."
Sometimes loneliness is a choice. Sometimes...
Parfois le soir est si noir, et solitaire.
"Sitting in the dark with a drink in his hand, killing himself slowly."