It lays there, mocking me, calling me friend...
Telling me, it will be alright
One score and the world will be better,
all will be fine, until tonight.
It stands there inviting, steady and true...
One bang and it all will be clear,
maybe two.
To slam or notto slash...
That's the question Shakespeare should have asked.
One red mark against the white,
a puddle of red to take the fight.
It's temporary I know, I do
and the need will be back again,
but for now...
I must be true
I need it.
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