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    Albert K. Ashes-Bury Doesn’t Drink for One Weekend

    I have lost everyone, quite gladly,
    because no one believes me

    as the nights draw in, and the women
    crawl in again and my mind

    goes, “Whoosh!”—making another horror story, mystery—
    surreal or paranoid spy thriller!—

    perhaps a short poem about hope.

    I have lost everyone, quite gladly,
    because no one believes me; but

    believe me: I will write something new
    and true

    and most beautiful, soon.

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