my           therapy   is      poured    from    an                            
                                                                ­                        ïmmörtäl böttle  

I     gulp      g r e e d i l y     and     await     the   comfort    of
            
                     nøthingness

my       own       personal       death      without       commitment 

adore        my     missing   memories    and    w o r s h i p    the 

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