sit as it haunts me,
memories taunt me,
and it goes on
there's no one to call,
times I had lost it,
till it's stuck in the goblet,
only when they pick
it's not me at all
sit in the side lines
sipping to loose mind
dripping the goose out
give me a call
here them say timber,
end me in embers
ND I could blow smoke
but that's not me at all
©friedman27
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