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i drink too much now

i cry all too much now

on sidewalks and in bars

with and without friends

i do all the things that negate

possibilities

in the manner that i am nought

forsaken, yet still beguiled

by the mystery of mysteries -

between the armour of drink

and the word -

your truths

your lies

it is over

leave me

to reclaim the anomaly of you

as i listen

to the woe of the angels

whom i know

will greet you