the alcohol
helped me into you
the words i said
helped you away from me
the worst of what i am
is all that i have been to you
the work i spent
on cracked cement
and warm palms
i rushed too many days away
when you feel fast and quick
i cannot give you what i used to
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the signature of my past days
uninspired by the worst lips
left lapping waters that never quench
hoarding the text from yr last prose
clutching my empty bottle
this is the hallway
with no ending
i am not another
i am no other'
i am without purpose
like yr parents guest room.
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