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Jan 2021
Bubbles popped atop
a ****** tongue;
Digging into my lungs
               like sour milk.
Nails of whiskey scents            
grappled at a hickey-d neck,
pulling harder at swollen pipes.
With every swig
she laughed,
I cried.
So long I existed
there wasn't much difference
between death, and life.
Written by
Sirius
170
   Khoisan
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