Drunk and powerless,
My past creeps on the come up
Like shots of intoxicating metaphors.
Straight to slow down my smilies,
But speed up the flow to my heart.
My lies in bed button up the fastened zipper
Of throbbing anxieties of an adulterous past.
Corroded milk to the auditorium wants to show up,
Stank, agonizing, and unmatched,
My thoughts were pawned,
You went to shop and guess who's back…
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