walked out into the coldest night
warmed my hands with my own breath
a soft song sings to me
I'm old enough now to know that
alcohol
ice
and memories of you never mix well
still I thirst
what did we expect would happen
an alcoholic
an addict
a poet
as if it was remotely possible for me to let you go
she asked
"if you're not a beggar, then why are you on your knees?"
because baby
I'm searching your shadow for truth
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