Why do I drink?
So that I can Write poetry.
Sometimes when it's all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true.
As the body is ravage
the spirit grows stronger.
Forgive me Father for I Know
What I do.
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet
Jim Morrison, Abismos (escritos inéditos).
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