Everyday I walk across
The small liquor shop.
Bloody hands on a cross,
Praying soundlessly nonstop.
Heady with the poison
That promises fervor.
A shadow you're poised on,
Like an abyss going forever.
Solitude is your friend,
But you stumble without.
What's broken you cannot amend,
Your eyes forever a drought.
Everyday I walk across
The small liquor shop.
I see the glass you toss,
But I never stop.
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Little Things in Life
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