Brier berries are sweeter with their blood sacrifice
Just a prick of your finger for that lovely delight
A drop of your memories just might suffice
Drink down the poison
Doesn't that feel nice?
Sing me your whiskey lullaby.
Pour another one,
It's my vice.
Numbness is the only way we feel fine.
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Entanglement
PoetryA collection of works from my endlessly entangled mind. Copyright © 2018 dalle dawn All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher...
