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it seems everything
is thick
these days,
the snow
the tension
my tongue

but a shovel
will fix it,
give me an excuse
to absorb
the silence
of a falling sky
and sweat away
the persistent
remains
of my hangover

let the chill
do what the whiskey
could not,
let it subdue the passion
and right
the indignation,
offer solace from insanity
if only for a while
so i might
move on
with a clean slate

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