i drink a lot
i talk too much
and maybe even lied a bit
all truths aside
i live
perhaps in a haze
perhaps not
how my mother would have
i still drink
this life is glorious
and finite
i stopped regretting
when i saw the hour approach
with a focused hindsight
the future was never clearer
i lit a cigarette
i rued again
my habits
my family
my friends
the melodies soothed me
and became a river
that carried me
my mortal whatever you call it
drifted calmly down this body
to the delta
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