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11/17/18
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This drink
This mead
So intoxicating
At first sip
A heady feeling
Making you think
You can take over the world.
All your hard work
Has borne fruit.
You have reaped
What you have sown.
The first time's always the best
Drink after drink
Reaching new highs
Refusing to crash to old lows
And slowly
But surely
The draught running through
Your veins so blue
Will take its toll
Giving you
Clouding vision
Darkened gaze
With eyes unseeing
Skin unfeeling
Cloaked in the aftertaste
Of bittersweet victory.
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Neon
Random(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
