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The Sage

The Sage

Staggered steps with whiskeyed breath
Intoxicated words as wine

Daggered tongues have punctured lungs
Words are more than they define

He smiles as he looks at you
but he's seen you all the time

You walk away with staggered steps
befuddled by his wine

spilt upon your tainted page
or so the scarlet flows

Poems are writings from a sage
too drunk 
to keep