heavy drinker
heavy drinker // 10/4/23 each night four or five empty cans of beer you left with a cigar in your hand and when you came inside i covered my ears i didnt want to know how you would appear three more empty cans of beer i pick them up off the sidewalk toss them in the trash with my fears the alcohol is starting to fill the atmosphere twenty-five empty cans of beer it's only been a couple days are you keeping them as souvenirs ? sometimes i wish she would interfere
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