Just don't ever call me a poet

Downward

and as such falling

            so much implied

words I don't want to say

            MY NAME

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numbers, letters, everything blurs

            shifting shapes, all shit-faced from

                        shooting sherry shots

                                    shoot

You don't get to come here anymore

            We no longer welcome your agony

                        Keep your pain

                                    to yourself