Cold, low to the ground,
in the center of the corridor
It calls my name and whispers
“Hide here, drink from me for as long as you need and no one will notice.”
The taste of water changes into a sharp, bitter spoonful of medicine
forced down after the battle I have with myself
in the center of the corridor
It calls my name and whispers
“Hide here, drink from me for as long as you need and no one will notice.”
The taste of water changes into a sharp, bitter spoonful of medicine
forced down after the battle I have with myself
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