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Pour yourself sluggish brown potions

To fight off the looming sleep.

Hobble over with dirty coins

And noticeably hurried feet.

I cannot peel away my eyes

From the chipped marble bust,

Nor may I rehabilitate

Your problems in broken trust.

Never once has such a thing

Kept beauty in its wake,

But you my dear, create precedence

That inspires a brand new take.

'Ma'am, your sores that line your face

Are an injustice to creation.

I beg that one will find the power

To halt your need for sedation.'

I pray that you will boycott

Your hatred of those dreams

And I pray that you shan't pick up that pipe

That has caused such ghastly seams. 

Your battle with yourself is a war I do not know,

But the scars that reside within your eyes are developed enough to show

That the tears you've shed in your single bed

Are as heavy as your thoughts.

I would break my knees under the weight

If it meant the slightest chance

Of ensuring that you yourself

Would live in self-romance.