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Spirits

Like entities
Bellowing at me
I ignore
It's repertoire and practiced score
I refuse to give a reward
For
If I did
I couldn't move forward

This drink is poison
This drink is fumes
Sickness imbued
In cyanide illusion perfume

Whats true
Is a burning throat, life set ablaze
Mixed days
In a swirling shot glass in purple haze

The answer is no
On my good days.


Written by BabydoII (Itty Bitty)
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