Truth drips
from my lips.
Bitter taste.
Not a smokey whisky.
More a bitter herb,
hard to swallow.
Your heart will get heavy,
your lungs can not work.
All stuck in the premonition
you covered with dirt.
copyright by Magical whispers/I. Normann, 17/04/2020
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