In a crystal glass you layed
The first time I met you
I was tempted and took a sip
And now I'm poisoned for life
Through the days of the poison there you were again
This time in a dirty cup
I still trusted it and took a sip
And now I can't breathe
The poison weakens me
I crawl to my grave
I cry out in pain
Is it bad I want more poison
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Poetry and Thoughts
Poetrythings I think and write, no reason to be. some have meaning, most don't.
