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the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back

not even after the
alcohol left
his blood

he keeps writing to this day

addresses women with 'sweangel'
a combination of sweet
and angel, I guess

but never spends more
than a matter of weeks
with any of them

some take pity on him
and some morbid curiosity

but no one loves him
truly
only his insanity
never have i envied the sky
if it had never lay above your head
never have i envied the scars
if it wasn’t for the ones tracing your skin
never have i blamed the universe
if it wasn’t for them bringing
everything close to you,
and us apart
—1:15 am

— The End —