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just me and a fifth of ***

Just me

and a fifth of ***

which i bought at the grocery store

with the very last of my paycheck

which was the last of my paychecks

three weeks ago.

 

Just me

and a fifth of ***

sitting in this apartment with the

blank white walls, cracked ceiling,

and giant ****** furniture I hate

with a passion.

 

Just me

and a fifth of ***

In anticipation I unscrew the cap,

but I can't bring myself to drink it

so I slowly pour it down the drain,

every last drop.

 

Just me

and a fifth of ***

or at least the shell of what had been.

Poor bottle, you look so lonely now.

Come, sit next to me, and we can be

empy together.

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Nov 30, 2010
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