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The Cry of An Unattended Addict
My scaled lips have a story, repelling enough to well up tears in the telling. My heart is rocked at its place of dwelling Expect not a merry word from a face unsmiling Toppling of troughs in the shrine brought anguish Suffocating under unhappiness and darkness Of disregarded rites, now gods are come to punish A mortal with sandy throat devoid of life freshness Cup of my diet since I joined the beings of earth Like a lamb, was pushed in to a manger of boiling barrel and inhaled the yellow of all that was not life but death that early I embraced the cup of bev that was sterile advocates say my kin suffered a deal, anytime I cut a drink abdicated duties, has my scions grafted abroad, pollen a field has sprouted at my feet, kingdom on the brink Smoking barrels here come to dry a sullen wet woolen The city throbs in my forehead but I hear it not My spine thinner than ever from the trembling Of week long dearth of my cherished cup Lodging in the loo timing the next bowel move twitching jawbone gives yet a crisp performance Coming in tune with the abdominal rumble I cough and serve nothing to the white bowl Because all I ever had was a sterile drink Ten days gone.
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