A random slide
Into contemplation brings
To mind
Your voice
Slurring words because it was late
Saying, "Why does it always work out
this way?"
slurring words (drunk)
You thought of me
Now, in front of me,
You are about to allow
That which you decried
To occur again
That is spineless and I
Hate you for it
You would do to me
What hurt you the most
When done to you?
A random slide
Into contradiction brings
To mind
Your voice
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