The Black Water

Jul 27, 2024

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I get high.
I get low.
You don't care.
You don't know.

There's nothing wrong with you,
God, I know.
Yet, your abstinence,
Cuts my soul.

If you, for just a minute, partook
Of my vice,
Perhaps you'd taste
How I feel better.

If it does nothing for you,
That's fine.
But don't leave me alone,
In this black water.

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