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In the Absence of Absinthe
Enough is enough--
seriously how would it not
The fog rolling over my eyes
over my body
this fog that swallows my voice
annihilates my being
digs deep to my very soul
losing the me that
i so wish you would
want to know
want to love
Lost to the taste
of absinthe on my lips
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023
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