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Repetition

I am sober – a mess
lying on the granite floor, too lucid
too aware of the bottle standing
on the kitchen table, an oblong
eye of tempered glass, a record
in case my mind snaps, hand
reaches past sobriety and into
translucency that smothers
the final ember burning
ache, dries the tears and pumps
normal air back in my lungs

so I can continue
and start this messy cycle
                                    again.

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Username: Sweet Intoxication
Prompt: Regrets

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  • violet nights...
    June 15, 2008

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    This is really good. I really liked this. I liked the part about lying on the floor and being TOO lucid. I've BEEN THERE!! Great piece of poetry!