Gondola - Poem by Tyler Durden
Behold my fixation.
My grauitous love.
It could be physical.
Either way you put it,
Cupid is mental.
She drank with gluttony,
Not just the wine.
But it may have all been just the same.
The glass, my flesh,
The drink, my soul.
And I just wanted to fill a hole.
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