Recovery vs relapse choice concept road sign on blue background
What do you say, old friend
Pays me a visit.
Dancing along to the same tune I once moved to.
Try to bury the hatchet.
Vital fluid remains on the blade.
Would like to make a peace offering.
I can see that the blade still drips with anger.
Dancing along to a different drumbeat these days.
But I must keep moving.
Was still living in a wretched time
When his mother dreamed,
Lighting flames under what looks like a light bulb.
Children from the streets call it the glass dick
Pressed up against his lips.
In the living room with two men with the same face.
And the devil dancing along in the kitchen.
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