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Savor Death

Trashcans overflow with unfulfilled desire
The scent of sips drowned
How many times could I shatter
Show you every time you’d rather

Death has been grieved in advance
No sips will be cried later
You die more everyday
Decaying in new shapes
I wait for that fateful day

Slurs twist and turn
Broken words churn
Break, use, batter, savor
You’ve always been good at that
Written by thoughtsdie
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Children of alcoholics.
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