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washing myself in the tide of dizzy destruction.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 41 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 05-09-11 - id: 2913866
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Drinking more than I ever did.
I hold my nose and down liquid
in a continuous gulp.
Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.
Irritation gurgles in my belly
and my eyes sting with
semi-happy incredulity.
Is this what I've become?
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