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day drinking

sit the sun in moonshine, inviting a blistering high unmatched by the tonsils' burn or a rosy-cheeked dram; something stiffer but somehow less painful. suddenly you seem so alive. across the bar, sugar turns to molasses coating a rum-drinker's burned throat and rosé girl asks the tender for something sweeter. are they drinking to soften the memory, too? do they notice how low the sky lays on the walk home? i ask for one more last drink, and nod my glass to a promise i know i won't keep. now i've got enough time to wonder, how often does your broken promise cross your mind? is it a tender bruise that softly aches when touched as a reminder? or a wrist's scar in plain sight? or maybe you can't relate to the shame. i ask for one more last drink, neat so the heat lingers like moonshine afternoons, and promises written in paisley - times we actually wanted to remember.

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day drinking

sit the sun in moonshine, inviting a blistering high unmatched by the tonsils' burn or a rosy-cheeked dram; something stiffer but somehow less painful. suddenly you seem so alive. across the bar, sugar turns to molasses coating a rum-drinker's burned throat and rosé girl asks the tender for something sweeter. are they drinking to soften the memory, too? do they notice how low the sky lays on the walk home? i ask for one more last drink, and nod my glass to a promise i know i won't keep. now i've got enough time to wonder, how often does your broken promise cross your mind? is it a tender bruise that softly aches when touched as a reminder? or a wrist's scar in plain sight? or maybe you can't relate to the shame. i ask for one more last drink, neat so the heat lingers like moonshine afternoons, and promises written in paisley - times we actually wanted to remember.

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forgiving the current

i. trying to picture myself with you as something other than company to sooth the ache leaves a haze over my vision - soft bruises on my cornea; you don't know how to comfort the loss of sight. i tell you i live my life 6 months at a time. treading water, struggling to stay afloat, i can never see past the upcoming weeks. you offered me swimming lessons then tied stones to my feet. is it still considered drowning if i let the undercurrent have me? ii. betrayal is sobering the same way forgiveness is deeply intoxicating. even blinded, i can see the look on your face and the tremor of your hands - the guilt is inhumane to the soul. the heartbreak, equally cruel though undeserved. did you ever think your suffocation would be self inflicted? iii. i keep trying to picture anything other than her tiny frame hunched in embarrassment, dripping in guilt - wondering if you wish i was smaller, and if i can shrink into myself completely until i disappear. i keep trying to picture forgiveness

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Searching

She reaches towards the stars and feels nothing but air No heaven, no love, no god or freedom is there Her faith shrinks and her heart grows weak That's what you get when you start to believe. He searches this Earth and finds nothing but lies He believes deep down that he won't find a sign The daemons and ghouls come out from their caves The black winged bodies are pulled in by waves His soul is stolen and sucked out That's what you get when you start to doubt. They stare at the map and wonder what's out there Are there angels or gods, and if so where? Can I find my belief in what others say, Or is this all just nonsense and we

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