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Saturday, November 10, 2018

Taste

I stretched every distended piece of myself
trying to reach the sun.

Unthinkable fantasy,
thirsting to drink you.

I'm an alcoholic
who has never savored bourbon.

Fill my mouth,
and burn all the way down.
Posted by Sykoasylum at 10:36 PM
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