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Feb 2018
Sip sip
That's all he ever did
Until the words that fell off his lips became slurred
Afterwards
His verbal abuse were mimicked by his fist
Sip sip is all he ever did  
He drank so much
He would stumble through the house
Like his vision was blurred
He sips until the liquor was the sweat that poured out of his skin
He sipped until his kidneys began to fail
His drinks was his cell
And he drank even more because he could not make bail
His pain was deep
So he drank until he’d fall over
Crack his skull and eventually fall asleep
In the morning through the halls
Were the echoes of him weeping over broken picture frames
Faceless portraits
No more family
Abandoned by friends
So he stood above the sink
And began to drink
And what hurt him the most
He could never make it up to his kids
So he drank until the faceless portraits
Had no names
Couldn’t think of a title...
Written by
devante moore  24/M
(24/M)   
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       Rahama, ---, --- and devante moore
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