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Oct 16, 2005 06:05

here I sit
at the fire
liquor's bitter flames warm my languid soul
here I drink alone
and remember
a graven life
the stain of her memory
in this cup
love's poison
for love is the poison of life
tip the cup
feed the fire
and forget about useless fucking hope

here's to love
the sickness
the great martyr of the soul
here's to life
the vice
the great herald of misery
in this cup
spiritus frumenti
for this is the nectar of the spirit
quench the thirst
drown the sorrow
and forget about cold yesterdays

lost in the desolation of love
the passions we reap and sow
lost in the desolation of life
this path that we walk
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