the next day

an antique pastiche of a day
a fucked up jumble of a day
a forget about it because i already forgot
kind of a day
when your veins run hot
with something unnatural
masquerading as chemical blessing
perhaps for some
my insides recoil
addled
hopeful
unknown
let’s go

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Briar

Basically, I deal in words.

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