I’m not addicted anymore so now I’m free to think
walking backwards from the universe I see it shrink
trying to tell every empty soul to slow it down and get control it’s so profound stepping over open ground on tipsy toes took a shot the whiskey froze congealing blood across my waxy bones inspiring poems composed of carbon clones invented while I was all alone. Some may call it scary but this is what I call my home. We all had big plans on New Year’s Eve but that won’t make theses blue tears leave so there’s no reason to wipe your eyes on your cardigan sleeve. I’m gonna die twice I’m gonna die twice once when my heart stop beating and once when you forget about what I write
-momento mori
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