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I’ve never

been this far

from home

 

That is if

I can still call it

 

Home

Is somewhere far

and

the

 

Holes

in my brain

and in them

this is where my

House

Use to be

Sadly

the wine has dissolved the images

In an aerosol can

is the poison

My

 

Lungs can’t breathe

 

Gag reflex

 

Maybe

a puff of smoke that

clouds the alveoli

 

An orgasm

in my brain

makes it better

but the damage is done

 

“going home?”

“I can’t remember”

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