"Gin, War, & Velvet"

The after taste

Of ice brewed

Bitter thorns

Nerve pierced 

By needle horns

 

We're at apart

A rest I've given

Come on now

 

How do I get out of being born?

 

So denied

So unheard of

So everyone

But never

The you I knew

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