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the death of a poet

   
   
alcoholic haze left me brazen    
cocaine, queen of the mountain    
my pain the pleasure I reveled in    
   
puking words on the page    
my poetic vomit    
something I took pride in    
   
I'm in the death throes    
weak tea with no punch    
I like my liquor to burn just like my poetry    
   
I'm pissing thoughts now    
sober it fucking hurts    
this is real talk    
   
awakening scorching my new born eyes    
with truths that are hard to swallow    
I may die as a poet    
   
without pain    
what's the damn point    
dead verse that has no sting    
   
   
   
   
   
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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