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Regret. I drank mine. Illness. I smoked it. Ill conceived &          imitation. My mind bent &          snapped in half. I can see your eye in every star. Watching while I enter chrysalis.          What's it like          hoping I rot?          (will do)          What's it like          laughing          looking          at the past? Sober, I have to force myself to laugh. I can see your winking eye in every light. I can see your winking eye in every star light. ****
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
The Night Sky, A Simulacrum
Regret. I drank mine. Illness. I smoked it. Ill conceived &          imitation. My mind bent &          snapped in half. I can see your eye in every star. Watching while I enter chrysalis.          What's it like          hoping I rot?          (will do)          What's it like          laughing          looking          at the past? Sober, I have to force myself to laugh. I can see your winking eye in every light. I can see your winking eye in every star light. ****
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Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
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