I've always found comfort in the bottom of a bottle
The way it burns my insides
It feels nice
Makes me feel like I'm alive
I've just now found comfort with a new type of bottle
Blue and red pills
They make the nights more bare able
I've forgotten how good sleep feels
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Keeping My Day Job
PoésieThis is a collection of poems I have written. Some of it is dark and demented. Others are about him and his crocked smile. And some are just dunking nights I don't remember and wadded up napkins scribbled on with words I can barely make out, I find...
