Vices
Look how the ice melt
I stare at the glass
As I think of how it felt
How the memories last
A glass of beer
Made me recognize my fear
It was my father
The gin and beer took his life
A cigarrette made his lungs burned
It is not the way we want it
But look at how it turned
It knocked me off my feet
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Words I Should've Said ||Poetry||
Poetry•Words that had stuck in my tongue. Now being release. I hope this gives me peace•
