A poem about the inner struggle.
My little brown friend..
Your contents I spend.
In hopes to forget,
The day’s hard hit.
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Your taste is now sweet,
How fast you deplete.
A heart in fear,
When seen in the mirror.
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When done and thrown away,
A feeling kept at bay.
Shows its ugly head,
Like the rising dead.
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A prayer to be lifted
From a voice un-gifted.
To break and stay
From a childish way.
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A fleeting chance at grace.
Not able to save face.
Must be humble and true,
For the devil is after you.
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what or who is little brown friend 
nice poem , got me confused although its really a nice poem
hope someday u will tell us what it is..
♥Lipstick♥
Thanks Kaye, Lipstick, Likha and Michal!! Ok, I will tell you the “big secret”.. “My little brown friend” was a 22oz beer in a paper bag that I had… I know, silly. But I try to look for inspiration from everywhere..
Thanks again for liking this
LOL Tommy.. I think you’re right!
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