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Gold, you whiskey!

Never knew
that
you’d grab
my attention
so strongly,
ever.
I
underestimated
you,
I think;
took you
too easy
and controllable;
shouldn’t have
done that,
or,
thought that
about you
because,
the world,
you see,
can’t
be wrong;
I, alone
can’t
be right
when it
comes to you.
that means…
I am like
the world
but not myself.
What the fuck!
I am
no different?
Oh,
you asshole,
you fucking player,
you attractive beauty,
why, why, why
do you elevate me
like nobody does!
don’t do that
to me
because
you know
you’ll win
and I’ll
succumb.
Please?
.
.
.
Please!
Just
get into
me
like you do
with those
fluctuating temperatures
of yours.
Slide into me
and
grab me
however you want,
I’ll always be
the world
and not
me.

 -

 2018


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