May 6, 2008
By donald allen, Marysville, CA

bottled my sorrow
from past tomorrows
knowing this glass would never last

bottled my blood
for this hole i have dug
i offer my soul as the toll

bottled my life
to stay the strife
this is where ill lay my head

bottled my lost
the cost was too high
now and forever-i look into the sky

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