a black drink
a cold pen strokes glowing paper
spilling strange confessions
take the blow above the horizon
to belt out
what's unclear
we are never going to swallow
these angry notes
a black drink
a hot steam
burns me with a sickening sweet
queasy mouth, fidgety feet
still i stay
still i sip
still, i think
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