The Happy Home/ Drinking And Depression/ The Deep End Of The Pool

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“A heavy glass
Solid cubes
Grapefruit juice
And you I choose.”
These be the things
He needs to sing
On autumn days
With broken wing.
“They speak
Of heavy hearts
But seldom note
The leaden mind
Behind dark eyes
Blank thoughts
And stares.”
He sees these woes
But cannot feel
Crystalline decanter
Sparkling enchantress
He hears promises
Peace and ease.