I'm tired
of going up
against your drink.
I'm just trying
to get some sleep.
You're just
an reincarnation
of my wished dead
father.
What was
wrong with us
abandon yourself.
With alcohol
we are still alone.
You're just
an reincarnation
of my wished dead
father.
Your feral
children
still running alone.
In hay fields
to scared to run on.
Your punches
landing in
familiar places.
Your breath
hangs with his drink.
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