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War!
War...
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A book not written
Will never be the same thing...
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You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...
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It’s not just the vodka
stirring in my gut...
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If I dive down
deep...
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A fogginess
in my thoughts...
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often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...
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I’ve’ forgotten how stones get tossed
After thrashing my mind around secluded ponds...
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Your unsheathed thorns and
my laceration are why...
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We watched rats with fleshless tails disintegrate
from the streetlight...
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you empty out
the loose tea...
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She drowns dreams in a soapy bathtub
Breathe the suds in deep...