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it feels me with warmth
even if it makes me
too heavy to stand straight
and too heavy to think straight
I’m wobbling on the line
and struggling to keep my balance
but it’s the fun kind of precariousness
of a mix between danger and excitement
of vulnerability and the cliche feeling of infinity
riddled by shots.

i don’t remember
the taste. the colour. the price
but what I do remember
were memories
(you don’t say)
that, like me
teetered and tottered along the edge
trying not to fall over into oblivion
trying to reach the end.

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