By distant moon
Date: 2007 Oct 06
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[[2007.10.06.00.53.18830]]

hopeless-aholic

I fell off the wagon,
about 16 miles ago.
Too tired and disheveled,
to keep my eyes on the road.

So tonight isn't pretty,
with my hands all in knots,
but there's a knife in your corner,
and again, I'm having those thoughts.

...subsequently, you cross my mind,
and I'll admit I'd had plenty
so I was feeling just fine, and it only took twenty.

But sweet salvation escapes me,
to the tune of death tolls.
And to think I just wanted you here,
for just one night to withdraw.