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The distilled beverage burns as it flows down my throat I love the temptation of freedom which reels around my head with each swig While simultaneously loathing the chains around my heart Reminding me of the transgression I risk baring This lure of freedom taunts me Telling me I can do whatever I wish But the clanking chains grow louder still Warning me of the destruction I can’t take one ...
The Drink
Jul 06, 2021
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