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Sep 2019
I finished
a bottle and then
opened another
and then
had a glass and then

poured the rest out
and called
a friend, who didn't
care, then another
bottle,  I can't

bring myself to cry but
on the inside violently

I don't feel anybody's
skin beside me
Mason
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Mason
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   A Simillacrum
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