twenty-seven

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chan let himself lose track of time,
let his mouth spill heavy ink
with stories he had longed to tell,
his veins filled with bliss.

and though they barely made sense;
his mind far too drunk,
it was nice to release the weight of words
so he could replace the space with love.

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