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Poetry
2021-09-02 09:00:00 +0000
Vices
Quenchless poetry

The only Drink that quenches Dulls the senses Until All discretion Is lost.

What Enabled this dependence? My college attendance? Is that their Accreditation's cost?

Is it The fault of my genes? A man who Couldn't stay clean Then passed down The bottles battles he lost?

Or was it My lack of socializing That kept me subsidizing Charisma With each drink I came across?