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Lean back, crack the top of a bottle of shwill.... Sum how, it harder to swallow without a pill. Flashbacks of regret and pain tend to follow.... Sum times, being fulfilled seems so hollow.
Heart beats in sync with with new thoughts.... Sum things, you posses refuse to be bought.
-in candle light the night waste, frozen glass pressed to the lines on my face. broken smile, blank stare, no comfort/no care, me and a mut on a comfortable chair. both misunderstood with unspoken understanding, adrift with no landing. at peace with a piece on the table, head rocking like my chipped teeth were the cradle. my new born speech so deeply asleep in it's manger, if awoken it screams, demeaning with anger. shhhhhhhh.................LIV