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Moris Nov 2012
i will carry your body from the flicker
i will lose my eye
four houndred and fifty seven times
before i jab back.
all this makes a sister look weak,
but this is what i know of patience and loyalty.
and we will stare into the souls we drain everyday
and drown in the woes of alcoholism
and suffocate in the smoke
and go bankrupt from the weekend rut.
and i am happy
that i know
i could be doing this alone
but alas
i have a twinsoul
a twinflame.
for vinagar girls,
full of *** and vice
and all horrible things,
somehow we manage to hold more value
in each other
in people and parents
and newcomers
than any one any where
can relate.
my partner in crime,
my fellow feline,
i will follow you into the flame
and drag you back out.
Katzenberg Jul 2014
My cup is empty
My clothes are heavy
My clouds are playing
but she's gone.

I stare into darkness
My life is weaving
Your scales that are scattered
and you're gone.

This naked body
That awful mirror
Dreams of bourbon
but without her.

I must have had a houndred cups
Sleep has not visited me yet
Burning feelings are left behind
And I left you in the other room.
Julia Jan 2019
I have one houndred fifteen
cola and whiskey
drinking to forget you miss me,
it's 3am, back at home, still thinking
water and lemon
helping me to make up my mind
another day of pretending
I was not the only one

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