to food
to fatigue
and starvation stems
from hunger
Deep frenzy
only whiskey seems to kill
At a loss and
always wanting more
Expecting less than ever
I don't quite miss you
like I should
or would have believed I could
Wonder and muse if time
it was for this shift
The only civil way for
this to break
Creating two units
Without broken hearts
and minds
So while I continue to be
busy hurried
I can not seem to think
or even say the
words
looming in the rest
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