wrote this poem on my phone when i was drunk

actually i write a lot of my poetry when im drunk

it dances upon your soul.
ten cents and six strings
sans sings and plus things
when things get red hot and ready.
get loved and lost and thrown over.

and thrown over and thrown under
and used when dead and used
is darkened.

used, and seen before.
a toughened cheek
with no use.

just one.

kissed only through a raindrop.
it touches a weekly love.

an azure pen writes our eulogy.

it bellows from the deep of my heart.
it uses a useless chord.
it garners a bright sonata,

with two notes only.

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