four cigarettes stand in a row.
this is the way holidays go.
when your family’s down South.
or soon off to work.
four teeth rot in a row.
this is the way pain goes.
when too many hits and too many dreams
takes focus from mundane things.
four drinks stand in a row.
this is the way life goes.
when sickness and lies tread ephemeral ties
and the ink is left to sink.
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