Poem -
Bourbon in stilettos

If you could out run this thing would you do it for me?
You have settled here, hung pictures but what if you were free?
It’s taken your insight, your drive and all the fun
But what if you could leave that hell and all the pain was done
Rage and love in equal measure, round and round we dance
Poison is your mistress now, I don’t stand a chance.
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