Original Poems

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that night, they celebrated by
a few good drinks, a long good cry,
and sharing something like a bed
when they should have gone home, instead.

that morning, they surveyed the mess
that’s born of gin-and-loneliness,
from separate vantage points and hearts
that knew the fits that come

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