I drink fire in a cup,
and hell in a glass,
smoking fumes that
burn my throat-
just to forget
what hurts worse.
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Pain
I drink fire in a cup,
and hell in a glass,
smoking fumes that
burn my throat-
just to forget
what hurts worse.