Valentine


Tonight he drinks,
and raises a toast,

to the people, the savants,

who never believed,

their crippling doubts,

their blinding anxiety,

that propelled his heart,

and led him to believe,

that he’s good, but

‘good for nothing’

Tonight he drinks,

he raises a toast,

he dies with dignity,

his head held high,

his eyes popped out.

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