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the_drunk
stork daddy the drunk loves everything, he can't help it, the edges in his world are blurred.
he thinks of what is offered,
without remembering to think what he has to offer in return.
he touches your cresting shoulders
with the same awe
he has when fingering the mahogany bar.
if there is a warm body in front of him,
an approximation of love,
in between dreams and visions,
he will feel love.
the poison will have worked.
he will be soft,
unprepared for the return
of the differences
he thought he had conquered
to sameness,
which now loom behind a headache,
which now press him into sun.
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