Poets
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In a coffee shop landlocked poets of the
World alone in a corner a handsome young
Girl watches closely the years in our eyes as
Winter sets in submerged in disguise.
Don't put us in categories
We don't belong in them
All that i know is all that i see.
I see highways, buildings all in a line
Drawn like a poet to a bottle of wine.
I see you you're alive i've known things that
Have died in which only a memory keeps
Them alive.
As we shout into laughter, evening is near all
That's unknown is all that we fear.
He lives by his words a poet i can tell
Cigarettes and whiskey remind him as well
Alone in a corner a handsome young girl
Looks in his eyes and sees the whole world.
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