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Biting back bile like When I believed I could be born again and the bible was a buoy Floating on whiskey breath. I never could "be good" then. The only absolution Is slow execution Dying the same way baseboards turn brown The way cobwebs climb corners Forgotten Until they're ***** enough To need attention.
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
Watching the threads bare themselves
Biting back bile like When I believed I could be born again and the bible was a buoy Floating on whiskey breath. I never could "be good" then. The only absolution Is slow execution Dying the same way baseboards turn brown The way cobwebs climb corners Forgotten Until they're ***** enough To need attention.
aubrey
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 5:12 PM UTC
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