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Feb 2022
i’ve once again sipped beyond my limit
the mornings scorned and the scars adorned
skin feels dipped in flicked cigarettes
i penned a letter, licked to stick
addressed to me, every word as slick
“please, forget that i exist.”
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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