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Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Thursday 8/19/2021 11:17:00 PM

 i gather my sticks. i purchase my stones. eager to assemble the gallows. 

i measure the rope. i count the coils. determined to fashion a perfect noose. 

though i still bleed i require no bandages. 

there's the wink of truth as it erupts from behind stubborn lies. 

there's a burst of freedom as at last i am certain. 

flesh is merely a conduit. 

the power was always mine. 


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