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A feature of the soul. ---------------------------- “He’s vomiting on the bar … it’s so disgusting–man!” The sour smell of the puke filled his nostrils … hell it almost suffocated him to death, his face was buried in the puke. He got up coughing, spitting bits all over. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to regain his breath “Here, please—please let me pay.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets looking for some...

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And one day/ Michael Goldberger One day I’ll stand at your doorstep You will know that this time it’s for good It would be clear that the world had defeated me And finally I am on my knees. And you’ll be as simple as always You’ll offer some bread and some wine You’ll offer a shoulder to cry on But no remedy for my heart I will cry there with endless sorrow I would stand there with mighty rage And you’ll hug me again very close now All my fears will melt into pain

CONCRETE HEART/ Michael Goldberger I need you to help me, my soul is all broken and frankly I think that I’m lost I wander these mazes of concrete and neon lights, having no future nor past Please hand me some warmth, my heart is so cold. And no! Please don’t touch me. I don’t want you to fall. You see; it’s plague. I don’t know where I caught it I know at the end it will leave only shell of me It’ll scrape every good thing I still do posses And will put-in an anger and fear as replace. Now, ...