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Where I've Been

Updated: Aug 13


What decadent depths I’ve plumbed—

Sullying niceties

With a forked-tongue

And slurring my self-indulgence.

The one-eyed gaze of an empty bottle,

Spying my fears: a mirror, to reflect

How greatly I am inept.

What dangerous depths I’ve plumbed—

Stitching lies

With lips half-numbed,

And biting down on eyes spellbound.

The breathless bliss of a single gulp,

An escape to dreams: a means to see

The abject gravity that screams—

I am not free

I am not free

I am not free



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