oh what height have we reached
three fingers now
no ice
the steady burn of cheap whisky
I used to drink from a fine glass
two bottles ago
it lost it’s fight
crippled and jagged in the corner
oh what depths we retreat
three stools now
no more
the steady glow of neon light
I used to drink from a group of 4
two bottles ago
he lost his fight
crippled and jagged in the corner
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