“when you went i choked on dirt
i ate my way to Australia,i smoked hella
dressed in headlights & sirens
i thought about it, put the pills back
i burned the medicine cabinet, burned
the house, burned the city,burned
the last years to cinders & drank
yes i drank them down,i wanted to be
bloated with fact: you are not a thing i can touch,
a voice i can call,a shot at the bar, a shot at making it big-but didn't you?”
— Jan 24, 2024 03:04AM
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