the white pill

she makes me bow to my ego
and lets the stirred coffee settle
things come out so clear
in the calm afternoon of her shadow

i gain the voice of the personalityless
and the remainder settled
the colors stand out so much
without the mockery of motion

the harps strings are plucked like nowhere else
this calm settled ultra melancholy mood
reminds me of the edge of it
the cliff of my existense

each layer all the more hurtful
where the need for happiness demises
sing me a sad song tonight honey
do it for the country
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