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Feb 2020
at the end of the bottle,
I find the few embers of what the past held for me. 
a happy childhood

at the end of the bottle,
I find a few cracks of what the end looks like for me, 
and the picture is kaleidoscope,
the solar system looks like glitter from this end, 

and I know this is my end,
I look up and see the shards and see the glistening and the sparks
like a toddler who is amazed, 
who is amazed during their very,
very happy childhood.
hi it's me and I'm drunk again
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