My vision clears after a night,
at least I think it was night. The stars
were covered by clouds, a cool breeze
pulled my hair out of the tight knot it was in.
Loose bangs in my face, clinging to the wet
bottle in my hand
as I take a long sip
and try to forget the troubles of the last
366 days
366
366
more times of waking up and finding the last parts of me slipping away like the beer in my hand.
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