blue | poem

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( art is mine )
swallow a pill
wash it down with liquor
perhaps then, the pain will subside quicker
but the buzz hasn't even left
yet you're already distressed
thinking of the things that you've put yourself through
but in the end
you're still alone
and just like the pill
you're still looking quite blue
-n.c

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