It's the twitch of the eye
The slight of hand
The way the cigar puffs
That tell me more words
Than the fools say
They try to show control
Possessiveness
They instill fear
Or at the very least they try
But
I've been around a while
And I've seen this all before
This ain't nothing new
And they think it is
I'll go along with them
Let them lead me on until they think they've won
Then
They'll realize
It'll be too late
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غير روائيI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
