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How I downed two bottles of vodka

you pulled the trigger
chaos to how flames burned
i must have been cold
you kept the fire slow
knew your place of my direction
that before i had to explode
i was set on timeless bomb
like beauty
your skin my ashes
wound of golden soot
landed pacific promises
blown farther east
done ancient just began
our drunk exile

1 Dec 18

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