Not a Haiku

The Sentimental tears of the drunk
are a fast flowing river.
The sea is never far away
Swallowing life in great gulps.

The tide of life is against us
Always sweeping against the troubled stones.
Licked by the unfeeling water
We too are swallowed by the sea.

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