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Apr 2019
My **** is mostly brown
Liver screams enough
My bowel motion
Is loose

I pour more of my death
It's my only friend
My premature end
Pancreatic dead

My glass is full
My addiction rules
My bed is wet
My heads a mess


It's what it is
The drink
My thrill
The end is upon
Me
My innards
Distilled
Written by
Gary burns  53/M/Scotland
(53/M/Scotland)   
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