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Nov 2020
5.
Alcohol to clear the mind
Each drop a single note rewinds
Our melody in broken time
Until the clock runs thin.

And now we're wasting borrowed hours
Counting seconds not quite ours
Verses stolen with our breaths
Returning to us blank.

We struggle understanding why
It feels like we no longer tried
Recovering what once stretched time
And all that's left is guilt.
I'm angry and sad and confused and tired and all I have to say... Be well.
Sam Ciel
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Sam Ciel  Los Angeles, California
(Los Angeles, California)   
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