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Vetro Cappio

It makes me sick

This glass noose

you hang your dignity with

As I watch

you hold it,

my enemy, like a

new born child

It soothes your worries

And slaps you

with a blank, knowing smile

My enemy is the one you turn to

And it’s killing me

one sip

at

a time




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