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Apr 2020
the orange bottle was in my hands

translucent and daunting

taking the oblong shapes was however vital

swallowing each pill one by one

left a burning taste in my throat

peering through my wired frames

death blew me over like a candle flame
um... this is kind of dark. it's about addiction, and i just used pills because i used to like to use those kind of visual cues.
vonny
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