These Old Mistakes - Poem by Neil Solan
She knows the paths you walk her down,
She knows them all too well,
She knows these paths
As she knows her past;
Every monster has its shell.
You're not the first to open her,
You're not the first to take,
What you can
From her hands,
She's made the same mistakes.
Be sure not to corrupt her,
Like she thinks she knows you will,
Won't buy you votes
When you're stuck on tearflow hill.
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