Saturday, February 14, 2026

Gray Gaeity

Drinking gin, it’s not a binge;
Stoned on survival, thriving cordial
Broke benevolence and intoxicating—
Choking in a haze of incense,
Gray gaeity in manic sanity

Personal pariah, protective precognition;
Dopeless eloped, sober seratonine;
Determined isolation, dreaded lonesome

Cigarette sex, nicotine like an alcoholic utter—
lively slow suicide; lesser lies love vice
Verse tonic and a pounding brain, typhonic
Delightful diabolical symphony, engrossing egress

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