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A feeling stirs again From where, I cannot say Nor locate the thread And pull myself out From the pit... Two bottles For sleep, for sanity Two bottles to awaken Affinities, Realities From the slumber deep Two bottles To unclench my hands Wrapped around The infinite swing of self-delusion Doubt and isolation Two bottles for sobriety from dread and misery;
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
Two Bottles
A feeling stirs again From where, I cannot say Nor locate the thread And pull myself out From the pit... Two bottles For sleep, for sanity Two bottles to awaken Affinities, Realities From the slumber deep Two bottles To unclench my hands Wrapped around The infinite swing of self-delusion Doubt and isolation Two bottles for sobriety from dread and misery;
giofuellos
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
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