Life In A Bottle

Sitting atop a wooden shelf in all its pureness,

All its promises, seducing with just its presence

Toying with me in a manner that makes me wet

Penetrating my mind with a little voice of reason

Calling my name in a convincing fashion (it wants

Me) that little bottle of life only death can conquer

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