the only drug i am is red wine
a coward, a hero with 'no' as the answer
but then there is tv
why does time tick on, for
we die a little
we give a little
a little drop of blood, semen, love
and so it is when i say
i love you
please don't go
but you will
even tu ally
and you will
and i will
accept my justifications
excuses of universe lost
and try to write something,
for you, a memory of you, of us
and there you have it
anthor life
another reason
for living, dying
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