Letter to A.

author:  Radosław Bicz
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No matter if you're
a professor or a boor,
each morning hungover
you begin anew.
Healing with a wedge,
crying over yourself,
though you'd like once
to look at yourself soberly,
take life in your hands
and feel that you're alive.
You drink to forget,
forget that you're drinking...