Poetry while drunk

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Drunk under the moon on the outskirts of the beach sand put a pot of wine poured himself gulp own no friends Also no loved ones I uphold the highest cup invite the moon in the sky to come drink with me I will together with the moon, then facing my shadow so the three of us drink but ... moon is not know good wine shadow did not recognize human feelings only accompany my body while only associate ourselves with the moon making out with a shadow need to enjoy the joy of human life during this festive spring when I dance incoherently moving shadows on the sand conscious when we entertain each other when drunk we parted each other.