bURN tHE wICK

RUMandICE
siping my poision under the flicker of candel light
the echo of regret fades under the roar of sweet indulgence
to sit in the company of ones inner thoughts 
is a fable of pain 
but as i become at easy with my vice
and the bottle gets lighter
my fantasies begin to flow
the heart will forever out live the mind
so let my creativity grow

  

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