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Bottoms Up

And here I sit
in my pretend
swimming towards my end
carried by the current
of DeNial.
I do not travel alone -
pack animals are never alone.
How long can we keep our heads above the brink
when we swallow it in like it's breathable drink?
To your health
Bottoms up!
Written by Maenad
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