Gondola Poem by Tyler Durden

Gondola



Behold my fixation.
My grauitous love.
It could be physical.
Probably chemical
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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