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Category : Poems
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I sew my wrist double stitch with slow
I pickle my liver with wine even though
I try my best to rise upon the depression in tow
Whilst the clock seems to tick each hour more slow.
I search for a vein with a microscopic lens to milk
I create daily cocktails in units-where not a drop is spilt
Though no matter how much i feed I've never had my fill
So the lifestyle I lead I find I'm never still.
I have a network of veins from head to toe
Yet I've found my veins lately are running low
I can't seem to find them no matter how much I scavenge and search
I wonder if anyone else has this problem on earth.