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ancient angel despise. ——

black tar wound —–

flesh and mmmmmmmmmarrow—

check me for

whiskey and spit

I just want to—

get sober for a day?

Call Alexis at two

get a voicemail and

say

((honey I don’t blame you

these late night benders

with my naïveté and men

with no teeth))

And someone says

((Thomas I don’t blame you

you were always cute

with your nylon guitar

and tight jeans.

Two weeks.))

And he says

((I miss the lovers

who would drink all day. Stay

in bed and fuck like

it was taking care

of someone else))