ARE YOU THE
ONE?
Who maketh me lie down in still waters?
Or waters of the still? Whatever. I never
get drunk on an empty stomach. And then,
together when we sit, will I have to be the one
who gets the torch and holds the bill? The three
crayons you always carry around? I never understood
your mad intentions, restoreth-ing my soul and all the
rest.
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