Morning swoons like choirs did.
Liar I've been.
Lost where no fires lit.
I'm inspired by this decline.
Drugs and wine.
Wasted time.
Stared at ceilings of scenes of dying dancing by.
Press pause, drink more, then rewind.
Worrisome soon you will be dying.
Hurry up.
I don't think your trying.
Night had called for alcohol some can quit but most us don't.
2 am laid up in bed.
Favorite scenes of all my deaths.
Quiet nights like these are rare.
vines hold on paralyzed in bed.
Worrisome soon you will be dying.
Hurry up.
I don't think your trying.
Worrisome soon you will be dying.
Hurry up.
I don't think your trying.
Worrisome Hurry up Hurry up

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