Alcoholocaust Deniers

I set my feet upon the street then stopped.
For I felt as though my memory had been stropped.
The image it held, shattering; sweet Lethe's flow!
These days had been dim days, quite far below
the nadir of the threshold of consciousness.
I'd give aught to be rid of solicitousness,
Of encroaching thought, ungermane to this:
The matter at hand: my loneliness.

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I set foot upon the street then stopped,
For I felt my memory had just been lopped.
The image it held, shattering; sweet Lethe's flow!
These days had been dim days, quite far below