it's the spill of another drink,
the cool slide
of alcohol
down the hatch,
for others it's food,
the buffet
line,
the bib tight around
the neck,
and then there's drugs,
so many pills
to try and right the ship.
sex too.
does that appetite ever
end, another
band aid
trying hard to get the heart
to mend.
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