why do you call to me all dayI hear you
while I am sitting at my desk
your sirens call
your beautiful smell
hits my nostrils
delicious and painful
beautiful and disgusting
you bring the numb
the beautiful numb
but it's not the same
no more beauty
no more laughs
no more fun
just survival
i drink you alone
and dream of better times
when there was friends
and wives
and family
but they are gone now
it's just me and you
let's get this over with
already
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