Ice and glass clink clink clink with each interaction and gesture
None held back, never restrained. Not. In. These. Moments.
Falling with no branches to hit on the way down
The room moves around me and introduces all the one and the one to all
tip back the bottle and let that poison fill your belly
Feel the warmth grow within and glow like an expecting mother
I've caught the killer within me, but what are you to do with the convicted?
Tip back the bottle. Blink Wink Think Clink Go the movements and another life and another lie is ruined.
We've won the race but we haven't realized the finish line is long behind us.
Along, with the setting Sun.
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