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Mosquitos under the lampshade, dilly dallying without care — a drop here, a drop there, then drinking some more to sober up in the morning. My ankles are stiff from holding up empty weight. Old promises flare up and shed like dead skin, but the memories remain — this time, without the foolhardy beliefs of growth.
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 1:18 PM UTC
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Mosquitos under the lampshade, dilly dallying without care — a drop here, a drop there, then drinking some more to sober up in the morning. My ankles are stiff from holding up empty weight. Old promises flare up and shed like dead skin, but the memories remain — this time, without the foolhardy beliefs of growth.
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 1:18 PM UTC
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