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In the night I am joined. A drink summons a row of faces, unrecognizable they come to me as penumbras. A swirl of half crescent grins and grimaces cry out in pain. I am ****** into a hole of submission, here are all the allegorical creations living inside of me. These things stand tall, bare and judging. Laughing and watching as I fall into a bottomless grip called “inevitability". Breathing raw, dank ideologies. Manifesting nasty, stubborn idiosyncrasies. I am freed by another drink And the pleasant reality that sometimes moving on means laughter.
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
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In the night I am joined. A drink summons a row of faces, unrecognizable they come to me as penumbras. A swirl of half crescent grins and grimaces cry out in pain. I am ****** into a hole of submission, here are all the allegorical creations living inside of me. These things stand tall, bare and judging. Laughing and watching as I fall into a bottomless grip called “inevitability". Breathing raw, dank ideologies. Manifesting nasty, stubborn idiosyncrasies. I am freed by another drink And the pleasant reality that sometimes moving on means laughter.
AlexSalazar
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
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