1 Poem – Devlin De La Chapa

Posted: April 21, 2020 in Fiction, Musing, Poetry, Prose, Stuff, Uncategorized, Update
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6 feet from sobriety

perhaps, bitches

when the sun

has risen

6 feet

from our

sobriety &the

bottle

of

whiskey

has been emptied

into

the “essential“

of norm …

 

like i said,

perhaps

until then,

where the fuck

is my mask?

 

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