You fought back
in twists
that knotted your words
back 'round your throat.
I'll accept that,
while they blame music.drugs.alcohol.friends.enemies [all in one breath, of course]
on that coffin.
A contest entry
- The Ultimate Sophistication by autarky.
700 points, ended November 30, 2007, 15 entries
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