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  Doug Draime

They Found Him At 6AM In A Field Behind Paddy’s Pub His Eyes Glowing In The Fog

It was his own shadow
in the waning moon
he attempted to trace
with his whiskey bottle,
obsessed with its
abrupt curves,
its unpredictable angles
its wavering line dancing
in the mist.





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