"Pick your poison" they say
You look over the vast arrangement laid out before you
Each bottle a different shape and size
Their contents unique to each of them
Dark and mysterious
Plain and safe
Who's to say which is which
Liquid luck or draught of death
Savior or damnation
Some labels promise happiness
Others warn against despair
All swear by the truth
Deception is pungent in the air
"Pick your poison!" they demand
Though beware
The consequences alone you bear
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Ineffable moments
PoetryA bunch of words floating around my head that somehow came to make a modicum of sense
