I take a drink of the thing that numbs me.
Soon enough all will be forgotten.
I know in the morning the pain will be there.
But for now I'll let it subside.
There's empty bottles all around.
Maybe one day there all be gone.
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Nefelibata
PoetryCOMPLETE A mix of poems and quotes Nefelibata: cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of there own imagination