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Creeping guilt Haunting shame Liquid burn Checking out now When my mind won't slow Distilled rye Filling the gray canyons, the crevices Pulsing, swimming fire Hopes that this poison This pleasure Will scorch And end This madness
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
Oblivion's Kindness
Creeping guilt Haunting shame Liquid burn Checking out now When my mind won't slow Distilled rye Filling the gray canyons, the crevices Pulsing, swimming fire Hopes that this poison This pleasure Will scorch And end This madness
Old poem. I used to drink for many reasons, but ultimately, it was always me searching for oblivion.
#pain#drunk#whiskey#greymatter
thespaceman
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thespaceman
26/US
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
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