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Sitting on a porch, the luminance
of the closest ball of rock shines down on me,
the first man I ever grew to love.
I did it, I faced today, with all the
never-ending embarrassments embedded into my memory.
I take another sip, the alcohol slithering down my soul,
coming closer to the darkness. I crave the quiet of sleep.
I lean back on the front steps, staring down into my old man's solitude.
How will ever I live without the glowing safety of your gorgeous rays.
How do you ever expect me to once again face a sunrise.
I can almost see you shrug,
sinking closer
towards the horizon,
inching, pulling, growing
towards my most hysteric nightmare.
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