the glass whispers to you
you pretend to ignore it
it tells you what you dont want to know
"you could tell by her bloodstained hands"
but you dont
but you wont
you are defiant to your marrow
you sip your time and spit out
because it is too sweet
while others have none
yet
you stand at numb attention
semper paravit for crucifixion
semper paravit for feeling
semper paravit to waste
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