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He arrived home in the morning
'fore the sun could rise.
He felt caustic inside,
With a head full of flies.
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His ideas; they buzzed;
and they scattered around.
Like a plague in his head,
That he couldn't write down.
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He mixed himself a drink,
To moisten his lips.
To calm down and think,
This poison is bliss.
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The rum numbs his tongue,
but the Coke woke him up.
From a darkening world -
To one inside of his cup.
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Or inside of his head..?
He can't think right now.
He takes another sip,
and furrows his brow.
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Then he opens his eyes,
and thumbs at the straw.
He lets out a loud sigh,
regarding the things that he saw.
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He finishes his drink,
And then makes another.
Stronger this time,
Now clearer in color.
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He feels the clearer his drink,
the clearer his head.
They mirror each other...
