I sit
ALONE
the fire
dieing
grape-flavored
anesthetic
and pre-packaged
death
sins sweet
taste
lingers in
my mouth
paranoid
insomnia
I sit
ALONE
gazing at
an angel
so pure
and perfect
as she
slumbers
completely
out of my reach
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