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Vestiges

I wish I could say

The only vestiges

Of my alcoholic ways

Were the adipose cells

In my belly


But blotched

Suicide scars

On my arms


Reside


The beauty of my face

Marked by concrete

And metal


Some of the feeling

In my toes has been lost


My continence grows

With every morrow


But I’ll take it all

And more


Now that booze

No longer runs


A permanent river

Through my veins


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