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i. some nights i feel powerful like i have the energy to entertain crowds of the strangers i live with who get drunk off cheap alcohol in my living room. empty plastic cups turned over, sticky red wine carelessly splashed across linoleum tiles kind of like how it feels when you get your heart broken the sort of mess you are left to clean up alone. ii. the drunken stumbling, praying to make it to the bathroom in time nobody notices the spilled wine until the morning the frantic scrubbing so the ants wandering are not forced to pull off their limbs waiting for someone to save them.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
when an ant becomes stuck in spilled wine
i. some nights i feel powerful like i have the energy to entertain crowds of the strangers i live with who get drunk off cheap alcohol in my living room. empty plastic cups turned over, sticky red wine carelessly splashed across linoleum tiles kind of like how it feels when you get your heart broken the sort of mess you are left to clean up alone. ii. the drunken stumbling, praying to make it to the bathroom in time nobody notices the spilled wine until the morning the frantic scrubbing so the ants wandering are not forced to pull off their limbs waiting for someone to save them.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
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