I know I am drunk
when my brain
draws profiles,
those artery-thick
lies
into words,
such ancient tricks
to throw the truth,
to re-draft my myth.
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I know I am drunk
when my brain
draws profiles,
those artery-thick
lies
into words,
such ancient tricks
to throw the truth,
to re-draft my myth.