Tammy Darby

October 21, 1957
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A Bitter draught

I drank the bitter draught of that which they call affection
And spewed it from my mouth in distaste
Finding it lacking in truthfulness and loyalty
And a propensity for laying the soul to waste

Again, I brought the crystal glass to my lips
Once more, spew it from my mouth
I found no sweetness in a mixture of false emotions
Of constant lies and doubt

Decidedly, no more would I consume the concoction
And when it was poured, I resolutely declined
Slowed the flow of my warm surging blood
And transformed my heart to ice

If offered this exotic potion
To innocent lips I say beware
For destruction will sleep by you're side
And as such only fools would dare

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