he imagined his life
as a single edged knife
when one day he was stopped by a scent.
Inner sensors reported the news
to the brain, which was soaking up booze.
Will you look at this then
it’s a definite TEN
and it looked at you silly recluse.
It was sad but he walked to the Pub
thus foregoing a cognizant rub.
She was gone from his view
and it could have been YOU,
would you give your own spirit the snub?

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