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[billybreathes9]

Churning over, Thrashing bout
words in my ears swim
no new song, you sing
an old verse,
one I wrote myself

I favor glass when my shards are dull
And opt for ice when the weathers cold
I take my roads but where they lead me
Make friends with Anger, Ire, Scold

I'm not that caustic...
In fact, I feel the anti

What a hole I am in...
but I cant say I didn't dig it

"Meanwhile, A throne lay empty, eager for the taking..."